Every moment of a well-lived life is a revelation. And
all comes as a surprise.

Aphorisms be damned. As well as pontificating sermons.
I seek my true voice. Listen.

All of it me! All of it so becoming a fulfillment so
becomingly!

...all of it shared with an open heart and the deepest
sense of intimate relatedness.

All of it dangerous, all of it beautiful ...

... even killer-bees that suffered me to walk among
them!

...the python stretching so long across the road that
its head and tail was obscured by the encroaching
junglement...

... the huge blue slow flapping flutterbys, ...

Thus my affinity with all tropicalities: the procession
of humidity and heat...

But I was reborn in the jungle! I found my manly fate
in the tropics!

... while never settling into a pre-fabricated
template—a habit.

Precisely: take in everything possible with heightened
perception ...

...and to sensitized discernment, and to activity
without habituated involvement.

Conversant tourism predisposes one to fun engagement
with a probing awareness...

…to live like a tourist in a potentially predatorial
universe seems to me to be not simply a valuable
strategy, but an indispensable one.

But in a universe which can be changeable and
predatorial, ...

...yet the structure of which is otherwise largely
unknown, habits—either good or bad—may turn into fatal
assets without warning.

One learns how foolish mundane *expectations* can be.
One learns to live like a tourist in a potentially
predatory universe…

No room for routine as each succeeding surprise washes
upon you like a tingling ocean wave.

What a strangeness always the world brings when you
open yourself up to it vastly!

LOL

I can't wait to see how this goes

but throw a
line in once in a while that says

*hey you I love
you* LOL

in this flurry,

this romance,

this collusion of
delusional moments:

our dance.

step for step,

changing yet changing together

Leap and interlope together

knowing that the moments
we each have to ourselves

are, nonetheless,
perfectly-matched

Arrange our near-moments

(forever bequeathed only unto
self)

into a synchronous prance.

Still...

We can dance:

So thus with exactness doomed

by time and its
distancing inventions,

I shall never know the precise
moment of you

in your timeless immediate bloom.

by a fleeting temporal chasm

interposing between near
and far

like a pane of glass

between two lovers'
kisses.

Even if we huddled in a near-time

of sweet bubbling
caresses,

each very moment of self

would remain an
instant separated

And thus by delay beset,

and with synchronicity, if
only by nanoseconds,

rendered misfit,

we'd regress to
perfect loneliness

(if rationality would permit).

Though each moment of mine

blazes as brilliant
soul-lightning,

your grasp of that moment

is more
along the nature of thunder heard.

We seek a simultaneity

that time will never beget.

Why is my *now*

forever always your *yet*?

Where did yesterday go?

And today, the plant wants me to eat it.

Would it help if we offered a suggestion to partition Palestine as AraFat32? 

I am more than the sum of my weblogs!  I've done the math!

*never is nothing forever*

David Bowie: Stop looking for me!!!

Today's weather: Thunder Snow

Thank God no one picked the very first flower!

Although thoughts of a gaze-activated hypersonic web browser remain on my backburner, I’ve redirected my creative juices to envisioning the innovation of a wearable plasmic display e-textile that can be programmed to exhibit millions of colors, shades, and patterns and thus provide the fashion world with a pliable, changeable, dynamic art fabric! 

Sound far-fetched?  Well, if it were closely-fetchable you could command your cur to do it, couldn’t you?  But I’ll fetch where curs dread to tread! Ha!

Actually, half this labor of love is already underway.  The same agency that was fundamental in triggering the birthing force of the internet, DARPA,  is now throwing venture capital at e-textiles:

At the center of the activity, the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency has released a request for proposals that aims to bring together people and technologies in the textile and electronics industries to forge the tools, processes and fundamental technology needed to build a new class of wearable systems made of fabric. Darpa said it will devote "tens of millions of dollars" to the so-called e-textiles program over the next five years, with the first projects slated to be announced early next year.

And there are even startups out there already focusing on fashion:

For its part, International Fashion Machines "lives somewhere in between the fashion designers and the technologists," Orth said. Its first project involves creating interactive logos with animations, in partnership with startup E-Ink. "We want to create stuff for the fashion industry. These people don't know what a battery is, so everything has to be integrated," said Orth.

So what’s my angle?  I have two:

1) A wearable plasmic display capable of projecting anything from ingeniously artistic and changeable creations to your latest favorite digitized video.  And, of course, it should be capable of shading from obnoxiously opaque to temptingly translucent.  But beware of overlording government: it may decree a master remote radio switch that renders all clothing clarifyingly transparent for purported “security concerns” of body-checking when entering sensitive areas.  On the other hand,  girls in a dance bar so attired could have their good looks glow right through with crystalizing plasmatic clarity as long as an e-textile jukebox with their numbers on it gets fed a continuous stream of comparable monetary worth.

2) e-e-panties!  One e for electronic (i.e., computerized fabric) and the other e for edible.  Hence, edible, smart fabric!   This smart fabric will serve as the nutrient source to replenish exhaustible aspects of integrated cyborg components that shall augment our health immeasurably by wedding the birthright of our organics with the best of cyber-enhancements.  Both tasty and intelligent, e-e-panty-bites, as consumed, will find their own way to the target component (e.g., synthetic carborundum kneecaps, or a 360-degree revolvable neck atlas, etc.) and serve as a high-tech *oil change*, so to speak.  The relish of making this cyborg nutrient delivery system *edible panties* is just a matter of my own creative marketing flair in providing panty-eating a genuine purpose transcending the typically base one of merely gratifying carnal desire.

Don’t get the wrong idea: this blog is all about e-TEXtiles and not SEX or SEXtiles—oh your dirty little minds!

Re-examine your entire approach to blogging; revamp it if necessary.

Don’t assume that any currently well-patterned technique that you’ve developed or the mindset that attends it is natural or even desirable.

If blogging were a bad habit, like chewing your fingernails or waiting until an elevator is crowded to fart in it, would you do it anyways?  Or would you arrange to do it differently?

Watch every step that you take in weblogging intensely.  What steps could you conceivably  eliminate to make it a more efficient and more enjoyable experience?  What do you like least about blogging?  Can you eliminate that?

Do you blog haphazardly just  whenever you have the time or do you set a specific allotment of time aside each day for your writing and online involvement?  Would ritualizing or routinizing your efforts even more  merely strengthen an addiction or free you to become more productive outside of blogging?

Be honest: If you consider yourself addicted to blogging, are you driven to it  by an uncontrollable need to push, even if not appropriate, your heart and soul, mind and thoughts onward and outward,  (publishing addiction/exhibitionism), by a need, and perhaps even preference, to constantly relate in this way to others (cyber-relationship addiction), by an ongoing need for continuous recognition in this way from others (acknowledgment fixation), or by a fear of ill-defined loss from failing to blog relentlessly (ablogophobia, i.e., the irrational fear of abandoning blogging and living life without it)?

Is it possible to blog without be cognizant of the act or having any recall of having done so?  If you see a post on your blog and don’t remember authoring it, should you suspect a hacking exploit?  Or just assume you were too fucked up then and can’t recall?  If you discover that you blog better when oblivious and seemingly incognizant, should you pursue doing so?

…OK.  Who wrote this crap above?  Come on, fess up.