I should be sleeping. I must say posting to this site regularly takes
a conscious effort. I have some reminders auto-emailed every other
day, just to keep me thinking about posting. And so far I don’t have
much to say.

I spent a lot of time in the years past, pouring out just about
everything that came to mind.
I had this strange compulsion/obsession to share my thoughts no matter
what they were, with no matter to how meaningless and as spontaneous
as possible. The more raw the better.
Then, something else happened.

I realized I was a slave to my own creative vision. It took a lot of
work and time in editing, refining, tweaking, tuning, and publishing
those ideas. The point was to continually express honestly, and freely
A LOT, but it turned out most of my time was spent calculating and
sculpting very few moments of spontaneity.

So now what? This site is not really an art site. Not really a
business site. I’m not sure what it is. Oh yeah, it’s my Vanity site–
for being wholesome. AND I promise to not write out of obligation.
Those reminders I send are taken as that. Just little nudges to say,
‘hey have you said anything over there lately? If not go for it’

—
I can be idealistic by saying I stopped recording events and turned my
day-to-day life into one big continuous living breathing spontaneous
work of art. The improv take is still going on. There hasn’t been a
break to hit rewind and review what just happened; the next moments
might top the last. So the camera keeps rolling, the pen keep
scribbling, the keys keep clicking, the sticks keep pounding, the pick
keeps strumming…..

and you can say that about your life.