Just spent a few hours working up a "GESTALT" for your communications group at FUN. I love the creative experience it entailed. Wish we had more chance to do that, but dealing with a LOT of bureaucracy more than anything else.
Anyway, my Gestalt was the word YES, which I chose from the John meets Yoko archive of interesting ideas. John Lennon went to an art exhibit by Yoko. Apparently, there was a white room with a ladder in the middle. At the top of the ladder, there was a magnifying glass attached to the ceiling. John climbed the ladder and looked through the magnifying glass at what looked like a speck of dirt. However, it wasn't a speck of dirt, it was a very tiny word written. With the magnifying glass, John read the word YES. He thought it was one of the most positive experiences he had ever had.
So, experiences and YES are what led me to the Gestalt.
5.16.2001
Busy busy... Yeah, right.
Blogger had a story about a 19-year old who died of Leukemia recently. Very sad, but not sad, as the girl obviously chose to celebrate her life, not fear her death. Nice repositioning!
I'll be having two folks moving in with me shortly. My mother-in-law, coming up from Kyushu and a Canadian Woman named Cara, who is just finishing her two years here in Japan. Suddenly the house will be full, which is actually a nice thing. We humans are social animals, and even little Ayaka and I can't just be together by ourselves all the time. Ayaka's friends come over, but not enough, because they live kind of far away.
OK, well, this is mundane stuff. I just wanted to have SOMETHING written here, but back to doing a whole bunch of stuff. I'll write about my very first out of body teaching experience when I get the chance.
Blogger had a story about a 19-year old who died of Leukemia recently. Very sad, but not sad, as the girl obviously chose to celebrate her life, not fear her death. Nice repositioning!
I'll be having two folks moving in with me shortly. My mother-in-law, coming up from Kyushu and a Canadian Woman named Cara, who is just finishing her two years here in Japan. Suddenly the house will be full, which is actually a nice thing. We humans are social animals, and even little Ayaka and I can't just be together by ourselves all the time. Ayaka's friends come over, but not enough, because they live kind of far away.
OK, well, this is mundane stuff. I just wanted to have SOMETHING written here, but back to doing a whole bunch of stuff. I'll write about my very first out of body teaching experience when I get the chance.
5.15.2001
To observe the passing of Douglas Adams, my G3, circa 1997 also passed on yesterday. Despite repeated attempts at resusitation, I have concluded that something in the hardware must be fried. Of course, I had severe computer withdrawl symptoms last night, where even at one point, I said out loud to myself "What am I supposed to *DO* tonight?? Man, oh man! I have GOT to get a life. Aside from that, I find myself chatting with a lot of people from the past right now through various internet technologies...so there must be something to all of it.
As I went to bed earlier than usual, from having no computer to play with until 2 or 3 in the morning, I woke up earlier than usual, at about 5AM. This was interesting, because I could easily doze off, have a quick dream, then wake up and fully remember the dream.
So, the dream I had was that I took one of those flat low carts with wheels for moving big boxes, and I got on it and used it like one of those new scooter thingies. There I was, scooting down some long corridor in some building, sorry, no details here because I don't remember, when I came upon a group of four boys who were standing abreast each other so that they were blocking the path way through the hall into a more upcoming open space. As I pulled up behind them, and feeling a bit peeved that they would get in my way like that, I started to say something, when one of the boys moved out of the way to let me through. The boys were staring at some sight straight ahead and as I passed them, I, too looked at what they were looking at: for isn't that the natural propensity of everyone?
Beyond them was a lobby of sorts, so perhaps I was in some hotel or convention center. The boys were looking at one of those long, graceful arched staircases. The kind used in the Titanic, or any luxury hotel where people want to make a grand entrance from the second floor to the first would go. Thing was, the staircase, and the entire surrounding area, including the space up on the second floor where the staircase was arching to, were absolutely cluttered with people. I don't remember what the people looked like, but everyone in the scene was standing there stone still and stunned. The other thing is: they were all holding a copy of the same photograph and looking at the photo, then glancing off where I couldn't see, like the photograph was of the scene they were looking at. There were a lot of surprised and shocked faces bobbing back and forth between photo and off where I couldn't see...and then I woke up, back into the netherworld of not-yet-awakeness.
Perhaps I'll make sense of it one day? Ya think?
As I went to bed earlier than usual, from having no computer to play with until 2 or 3 in the morning, I woke up earlier than usual, at about 5AM. This was interesting, because I could easily doze off, have a quick dream, then wake up and fully remember the dream.
So, the dream I had was that I took one of those flat low carts with wheels for moving big boxes, and I got on it and used it like one of those new scooter thingies. There I was, scooting down some long corridor in some building, sorry, no details here because I don't remember, when I came upon a group of four boys who were standing abreast each other so that they were blocking the path way through the hall into a more upcoming open space. As I pulled up behind them, and feeling a bit peeved that they would get in my way like that, I started to say something, when one of the boys moved out of the way to let me through. The boys were staring at some sight straight ahead and as I passed them, I, too looked at what they were looking at: for isn't that the natural propensity of everyone?
Beyond them was a lobby of sorts, so perhaps I was in some hotel or convention center. The boys were looking at one of those long, graceful arched staircases. The kind used in the Titanic, or any luxury hotel where people want to make a grand entrance from the second floor to the first would go. Thing was, the staircase, and the entire surrounding area, including the space up on the second floor where the staircase was arching to, were absolutely cluttered with people. I don't remember what the people looked like, but everyone in the scene was standing there stone still and stunned. The other thing is: they were all holding a copy of the same photograph and looking at the photo, then glancing off where I couldn't see, like the photograph was of the scene they were looking at. There were a lot of surprised and shocked faces bobbing back and forth between photo and off where I couldn't see...and then I woke up, back into the netherworld of not-yet-awakeness.
Perhaps I'll make sense of it one day? Ya think?
5.14.2001
Oh, the blog worked! Hip hip!
So now, being of the acadmic variety (and well trained as a creative writer), I've been scrambling to put together a proposal to start my own full-blown MOO. We should all have these personal worlds, which I see as the new form of literary release.
The theme is of course the GHOTI Bowl (c'mon GHOTI is pronounced "FISH"), the place where all can see me and there is no place to hide. It's a bit stressful, but exciting, too.
More later. Just glad to see that the GHOTI Bowl blog is working!
So now, being of the acadmic variety (and well trained as a creative writer), I've been scrambling to put together a proposal to start my own full-blown MOO. We should all have these personal worlds, which I see as the new form of literary release.
The theme is of course the GHOTI Bowl (c'mon GHOTI is pronounced "FISH"), the place where all can see me and there is no place to hide. It's a bit stressful, but exciting, too.
More later. Just glad to see that the GHOTI Bowl blog is working!
5.13.2001
Hello? Hello? Is this microphone on? Now I know how Lenny Bruce felt.
Why the GHOTI Bowl? Well, check with George Bernard Shaw, unless he is still dead...but basically because I've been trying to figure out the dream I had sometime in early November, 1995 in which I declared to myself "CULTURE IS A GHOTI". It started my first website theme (lying idle at www.webcom.com/lbdavies).
It has something to do with a cause/effect relationship of personal identity. Confused? Me, too. Stay tuned and I'll paste in lots of old stuff, too.
Comments? Can you post them here? I haven't a clue. Ignorance is bliss, right? RIGHT?
I've now been trying to publish this for the last 24 hours with no luck. This is what I mean by pain-in-the-ass technology. Four simple steps, yet I keep getting error messages. SIGH.
Still no luck getting this published. Error codes and more error codes. One day, the world will see this, though. Meanwhile, I'll just quietly stress out in front of my keyboard and wonder why I'm not the center of the universe.
Why the GHOTI Bowl? Well, check with George Bernard Shaw, unless he is still dead...but basically because I've been trying to figure out the dream I had sometime in early November, 1995 in which I declared to myself "CULTURE IS A GHOTI". It started my first website theme (lying idle at www.webcom.com/lbdavies).
It has something to do with a cause/effect relationship of personal identity. Confused? Me, too. Stay tuned and I'll paste in lots of old stuff, too.
Comments? Can you post them here? I haven't a clue. Ignorance is bliss, right? RIGHT?
I've now been trying to publish this for the last 24 hours with no luck. This is what I mean by pain-in-the-ass technology. Four simple steps, yet I keep getting error messages. SIGH.
Still no luck getting this published. Error codes and more error codes. One day, the world will see this, though. Meanwhile, I'll just quietly stress out in front of my keyboard and wonder why I'm not the center of the universe.
