tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87381032427711280192011-07-07T19:49:55.244-07:00a.muse.mentmuze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-50600135690973468102010-06-29T10:12:00.000-07:002010-06-29T10:13:01.440-07:00In TransitThere are times when every day feels a little less clear than the day before. When we've run out of reasons and all we can ask ourselves is, "how do I live a life that is me?" A question met only with the quiet hum of an empty room. Good thing time is transient.
the more lost we become, the larger the realm of possibility grows
difficult and frustrating as it may be to forge a path through muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-63211249238427390562010-06-09T16:20:00.000-07:002010-06-09T16:24:30.050-07:00A.D.D. (aka: Animated Devious Distractions)A.D.D. is pinpoints of light refracted off a prism onto outer surfaces of your conscious. Like a cat, you leap--wanting to capture one long enough to examine the elusive creatures. To loose the mystery.Being nothing but a second-hand image of itself, the light that could be your thought slips carefree away.
Gain dominance over these dancing imps and voila! Focus.
Attempt to focus #1: Stalk one muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-18882744461549518572010-05-21T18:02:00.000-07:002010-05-22T08:03:24.905-07:00Torture by Hold Music Today, I got a glimpse of what torture might feel like. Intending only to share the joys of virtual author visits with a new customer, I dialed the numbers almost excitedly. A friendly voice answered and, with perfect receptionist phone etiquette, offered to transfer me to the requested party.
[Cue: hold music]
As I settled into my chair, ready for a wait, an unfamiliar and unpleasant muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-11493843489072189342010-05-15T13:33:00.000-07:002010-05-15T13:39:09.129-07:00Tale the second: Hallways and Doors <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal.dotm 0 0 1 753 4296 TeachingBooks.net LLC 35 8 5275 12.0 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-55893043646268616912009-02-25T16:59:00.000-08:002009-02-25T17:01:34.240-08:00Tales from the Crutch(es)Tale the first: Imagine this scenario -- You’ve just dropped something on the ground. How do you retrieve it? Do you:Rest your armpits into the crutches and stretch out your hand as far as the tendons in your arm will allow? This solution fits easily into your tendencies to be lazy (considering that, in a similar situation, if the bowl of chips were just out of reach of the couch you would muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-48120634048320040182008-12-08T07:42:00.000-08:002008-12-08T08:11:58.865-08:00Little Things that I Love: #'s 13 &18I experienced a perfect music moment last night on my walk home.The Gotan Project's "Diferente" on their Lunatico album (on repeat this week) has a great beat that kind of forces you to walk in time to it. Tackling stairs and flat ground alike to this quick rhythm, it felt like the world was listening to the same track. Then in the last minute of the song, I noticed a guy walking toward me to muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-69081737274484546342008-08-27T16:34:00.000-07:002008-08-29T08:44:29.141-07:00Shashin...time out on market day...market flowers...the capitol...madison gas & electric at sunset...on willy st...a room with a view...muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-21927418414339304222008-08-21T15:28:00.001-07:002008-08-21T15:29:15.875-07:00My Evening WalkOn a typical evening in the life of moi, assuming that I haven’t convinced myself to take advantage of this city’s vast plethora of potentially scintillating activities, I make dinner and head to the Ground Zero Coffee. There, I sip sip on tea (I switch the flavor up from night to night to make it exciting) and putz around on their Internet. My walk to said 喫茶店 (coffee/tea house) begins with muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-865418609913362992008-08-18T16:54:00.000-07:002008-08-19T10:51:35.964-07:00Lanterns in the Motoyasu River: Hiroshima's 63rdSo it's a little late, but I found this image on Time Magazine and thought that it was beautiful. It was taken on August 6th, 2008 near the Atomic Bomb Dome in Hiroshima. The lanterns were lit in remembrance of the atomic attack made on Hiroshima 63 years ago.muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-28196709590415461102008-08-17T08:41:00.000-07:002008-08-17T09:01:00.352-07:00Little Things that I Love(in no particular order)1. the wind in my face2. smiles from strangers3. the perfect lighting for an evening walk4. the thoughts that make you smile to yourself5. the unexplained bubble that wells up around your heart when you simply look up and realize how great the world around you is6. listening to music outside7. swinging8. random acts of kindness9. when kids grab your hand to lead you muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-64808986696408931412008-08-11T17:39:00.000-07:002008-08-11T18:04:57.630-07:00New post New post!!!Alright, so in the last (and only post) I said something along the lines of not discussing my everyday mundane life, but let's (and by 'let's' I mean 'i') admit that my everyday life is pretty damn sweet and eeeveryone wants to hear all about it.That said... I HAVE A JOB IN MADISON THAT ROCKS MY CHEESE HEAD OFF!oh, and did I mention that this city is fantabulastic? It's like the city version of muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738103242771128019.post-14414140963515238272008-07-03T05:36:00.000-07:002008-07-03T06:14:17.837-07:00to begin a blogHaving never posted my ponderings on an online forum I am not quite sure how to go about beginning. This is the kind of first impression that either makes or breaks your audience, right? If my first post is some drippy sentiment about how no matter what life throws our way we must embrace it all and sally forth into the unknown it might seem as though all proceeding postings will contain muze.ikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173166164961043075noreply@blogger.com1