Sleep under the what?

I am so tired. I don't know if it is the heat, the anemia (if in fact it turns out to be a player in this Revolution), the jacked insulin or the 15 hour shift that about killed me two days ago. I haven't really been able to get back to a good sleep schedule. But I am going home to sleep under my orchid.

Yes. I said sleep under the orchid. Sweetie bought me a Phalenopsis. I might have mentioned that. I might not have. I have the memory of a crack baby (thank you Drew Hastings) which is similar to the memory span of a Tree Frog. The Phalenopsis is beautiful. It is my favorite of all the orchids, mostly because it is one of the only ones that doesn't look like the Nightmares in Tim Burton's sketch book. It droops over the bed from the nightstand and is pleasant to wake under. So I will go to sleep and hopefully have some very pleasant dreams. Or I will sleep deeply and not be bothered with remembering the very pleasant dreams. However it works I don't care.

You know... now that I think of it. A Phalenopsis looks a lot like a very happy Frilled Dragon that is Superdee dooperdee happy to see the sun...

I gotta quit anthropomorphizing.
And forget I ever saw an episode of Barney.

Ola!

I'm never gonna get any writing done! But for a good reason; there are new people to say hello to. Today it is FOLHA. Welcome aboard. "Ola. Bem-vindo ao Geekdom!" FOLHA is Portugese. And if my stupid computer would let me connect to her links beforeI die of old age I would tell you all more about her. But you'll have to check her out for yourselves.

GOAL

GOAL: Germany.

Matthias Reim concert tour in 2011. And cousin who lives in a central locale. Need the following: passport, airfare, hostess/host gift, the guts to fly in a plane, improved speaking German....

have I forgotten anything?

Here's the easy one

I had some down time while on my mini vacation. After a nap, I put on some music and created. My sweetie and I went out on a lake in the Metropark. Everywhere we went during the day we were rained on. I think that the intensity and volume of rain upgraded from cats and dogs to Klingons and Romulans. We were soaked. But around 5:30 the sky cleared up and the front passed leaving it a skosh cooler and very pleasant. There was not enough wind to take out the sail boat.

We went out to the metropark and rented a kayak. I've never been in a kayak. And it is a lot different from being in a canoe, which I can power like a warp coil in a Constellation class ship. The lake was beautiful. Surrounded by lush greenery as wild as anything around Lake Leelanau, fish jumped, birds quarreled and the clouds parted to let a golden setting sun shine on us with a cooling breeze. We were out for a while but it felt like only 5 minutes. Very relaxing and peaceful, I almost pouted in an attempt to wheedle another half hour out of him. He probably would have let me. We had a great conversation and plenty of time to soak up the atmosphere in silence.

Like all good things though, the evening ended too soon. So I have a momento: green facets reflecting the shimmering reflection of the greens on the water and fire polished facets for the setting sun with a speckling of purple for the odd bit of cockscomb that showed up on our walk.

Homework? I'm not even in school!

Well the long list of things that I am needing to write keeps getting longer. So add to that list 1. the list of first for this trip: driving downstate by self, on freeways, kayaking, first time to a Metropark and nearly getting splatted within 500 feet of destination because I pulled a Rodney MacKay; 2. why I'll never drive my brother anywhere in my new car again; 3. the necklace I made on vacation. And that is just for the blog.

It would seem I now have a list of writing obligations that make blogging kinda difficult. I have a short fiction assignment to finish and a really long and painful letter to write to an old friend who is having some difficulties finding his worth in the world. An empath's job is never done. Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh!!!! I also get to tell you guys more about Matti! The new album is out in October and he goes on tour in 2011 but my stash arrives from Pheonix this weekend... I will have it in my hands by Monday. I'll take a day trip to go North and get them, hang out at the Wooley Bugger in Harbor (I know- peak fugdgie season. But I will break my rules for Matti.) and soak up the sounds. Which will amount to a book report on Schlager music. Yes I know Schlage is a security device company... I can not control how we contort things in this country.

Wow... I am all out of breath with anticipation. Anyway... I haven't forgotten my obligations. I'm just kinda mentally pooped.

hello

Everybody say hi to Shayne and go check out his blog. Its mostly political, Dallas cowboys related and full of interesting music stuff when he isn't preoccupied with life. Um, yeah, that is another request for some more light-hearted reading to take some of the edge out of the stabby side of life where politics and reason collide. I know there is no point in asking for common sense cause the world is pathetically depleted of that resource.

My dashboard still says I have 12 followers where there are only 11 on the front page. Someone is lurking in the ethers...

Do it for the Muse

Spending some time with a special friend so there isn't much to tell you. You can expect a full report on what PCOS is. I know this is a geek blog and there are things that constitute TMI. But the thing is, this is a creative geek's blog. And there are a lot of characteristics inherent to geeks that make us look crazy to outsiders and ourselves, though I think that we are in control enough not to slice our ears off, that may make it harder to recognise so real health issues.

The highlight for me was that Doctor Mike called me giddy. While I was in the office, I tlaked at comedic pace and hit some of the high notes in the make the best of a bad situation file. He took that as giddy, especially since I had high blood pressure while I was there. Yeah, its all over the place. So giddy looks like Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy in a spotlight of your own creating. And a person can be like this for days on end. I guess I hit a point where I am like that 90% of the time. So when the giddy wears off and I am normal it seems like I am depressed/angry/homicidal and in desperate need of any drug that will make me more tolerable. Do you know a woman like that? It is her hormones and it isn't funny.

Keep an eye on your creative friends. I think that the part of us that taps into creative energy is extremely fragile when bombarded with all the bio-chems in the brain. You'll notice the weird thing in your creative friends before they notice it in themselves. And I have to say, I wish someone could have put this together for me sooner. Oh yeah.... if I weren't biased against doctors because they aren't Leonard McCoy then I would have been diagnosed sooner. But as it is... I'm also a bit of a bohemian and truly live 100% in the moment and the energy. Even if that energy is negative. Undoubtedly that is a characteristic you've noticed in your creative friends. So keep and eye on them. And if your females creative friends have some issues with sporadic and painful periods then get them to their doctors!

Hey you creative people! VanGough was a genius and we all wish that we could generate work that will out live us like he did. But we all know his story and none of us really wants to live the way he did. None of us wants to die the way that he did either. So if you notice that there is painful periods, sporadic or non-existant, and you seem to have a couple people living in your head with you that you know are you and don't belong there... like they have partially crossed into our Universe from a couple other ones.... GET TO YOUR DOCTOR! GET TO YOUR FRIENDS' DOCTOR! USE AND EMH! BUT GO!!!!!!

I have seriously messed up a lot of things with this weird behavior, thinking that it is just the way weirdly creative people are and not doing anything about it. It has gone so far that there are serious consequences for me now when I get depressed for very good reasons. I tend to want to punish myself for other people's mistakes. And that can have drastic consequences. It is your hormones. You aren't really crazy. You aren't paranoid for no good reason. You are not healthy. And if you aren't healthy when you are being creative you are not producing good work... it isn't going to be the best that you can do. If you won't do it for you... do it for the Muse.

Sermon over. Please resume your regularly shedule Monday while I go relax in a lavendar hot tub.