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No More Nows

I don’t feel like this “Now” thing I’ve been trying to do is really working. Part of it is a lack of clear of vision on my part. It’s hard to know if something is working when you’re not sure what you’re trying to do.

Instead of a sticky post detailing what I’m currently into, I think I’m just going to tackle it directly here in the blog as it happens. Look, just so everyone is clear; this is a me thing. I’m the one inventing weird rules and putting weird pressure about what I put on my blog.

Which is good, because a me problem I can fix. I just spent part of the afternoon sorting through and verifying RSS feeds for all sorts of professional publications, and something I came away with was a strong sense of what I don’t want this space to be.

We Noticed

There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already. –Robert Anton Wilson

Should Be My Family’s Motto

As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James

Outward Writing Thinking

I’m apparently writing. I ate some food late, and while I was cooking, I was pacing. I was thinking, I was writing. I seem to burning a little brightly right now; that may explain the frustration. I guess. I’m not sure about that, but maybe the burning somehow

Blogapocalypse

It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to

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We Noticed

Should Be My Family’s Motto

Outward Writing Thinking

Blogapocalypse