and of Tuesday Walker, and of Julian and Colonel White and skipping. Item number one : I got paid $50 to do the soundboard for some stupid people’s wedding. I hated it while it was happening but now I have 50 bucks and it’s over. I spent the evening talking with Nadja.
Like Richard Pryor’s plans for the ultimate computer in Superman III, I want to have notebooks full of scribbled paper detailing Sidereal Studios…the studio. And in this day and age not only scribbled notebooks but spreadsheets and Word documents, electronic databases, CAD drawings, schematics for the computer backbone, electronic infrastructure supporting the artistic flair…a playground for gurus…young revolutionary badasses waxing fine young revolutionary badasses. Sound and light magic online. Virtual reality interface implicit. Everything connected. Integrated. One.
I foresee a way of doing. I will seek out as friends strong individuals, and there will scarcely be a subservient connection. Romance will for a while be intermittent, if not sparce.
And, later, a PSA about the youth [of the world] inspires me, makes me want to be known as a fighter for ecological and sane living. I attend one of the how many universities in the world, and so, the people that I meet now and collaborate with are the leaders of the future world.
it’s just that there are so many other things out there to do…I’d hate to spend too much time on any one of them. Thinking is okay…but when concrete opportunities present themselves, it seems foolish to me to hold onto the abstract. Who came up with the idea that wisdom is resisting the flesh? I mean, we are flesh! It would make more sense to resist the excessively mental, like trying to think in five dimensions and stuff like that. Better to think in ways that are useful to the flesh; the mind and the body should help each other to be satisfied, not one prosper at the expense of the other.