myspace facebook.com coup?

Granted it's kind of the middle of the night, but it's still a little surprising that I can't find anything on the web about this. It sure seems from where I'm sitting that myspace has pulled off some kind of DNS coup on facebook. When I point my browser to any facebook page, I get directed to myspace. It's weird, very clever (assuming it's intentional) and starting to get annoying. 

Speaking of annoying, myspace has gotten a lot more annoying-looking since the last time I wandered by. I wonder if they're trying to annoy me out of my facebook habit.

on the other hand...

Of course, maybe my sleep issues aren't really issues after all, but just me getting in touch with a more natural rhythm:

http://www.livescience.com/12891-natural-sleep.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Livesciencecom+%28LiveScience.com+Science+Headline+Feed%29&utm_content=My+Yahoo

Interesting. A big thanks to my lovely wife for sharing the article with me.

general unrest

There seems to be a lot of general unrest in the world this month--from Egypt to Wisconsin, for Pete's sake. OK, file this blog post under d for duh, eh?

The thing that's strange to me is how that general unrest is manifesting in my own life. From unexplained (and seemingly unexplainable) sleepless nights to computers acting wonky, it all seems to be hitting the fan right now. I even ran out of gas the other day for the first time in about 10 years, then locked my keys in the car two days later. I know what my scientist dad would say about our inane need to assign order to chaos--to see patterns in random occurrences--and that's probably all there is to the computers, the cars, and other little things I'm noticing. The strange sense of unrest in my soul, though, that's the one that worries me. Like there are big things happening in the world, and I'm missing it.

In the meantime, I'm loosing focus on the world around me. I'm so worried about missing out on some big picture event that I'm not paying enough attention to the world around me... my son, my wife, people I work with and meet every day, my friends online, my parents on the phone, etc.

And, you know what? This computer is driving me nuts. I don't care what my dad says.

politicians on twitter

The whole John Boehner / Roseanne Cash asshat kerfuffle got me thinking about it today, but when I think back this dates back to at least the infamous "refudiate" tweet from Sarah Palin.

I love that you're on Twitter. Really, I do. I follow some politicians, too. The ones I read regularly, though, aren't using Twitter to convey their whole message. I haven't spent a lot of time looking at Boehner's feed, nor Sarah Palins, but the tweets I have seen are stand-alone barbs. The politicians I follow are tweeting links to articles and blogs and something with more meat. I guess if you speak only in sound bites, 140 characters is enough to get your message out, but don't we expect more from our politicians than sound bites? I do.

I suppose I could probably distill this whole posting down to a Tweet...

"asshat politicians should take the time to write something more detailed and supported than a tweet if they want to be taken seriously"

There. I feel better now.

one has to start somewhere

I'm actually writing something right now. I don't know what it'll be when it's done (or if I'll even finish it--I have a habit of starting writings), but I think it might become something of a novel. I'm not sure, but I think this is the first time I've started writing something which might become a novel. I guess that's an achievement in itself, and I guess I'd better get back to writing it. Whatever it is.

the Struggle or Why I Love Jack White

"If you don't already have a struggle inside you, you gotta make one up." ~ Jack White

I took that quote from It Might Get Loud, which I think is a thoroughly enjoyable and inspirational documentary about Jack White, The Edge and Jimmy Page. Those three embody three entirely different approaches to the guitar and to music.

Another thing Jack White said in the movie was that he deliberately tries to make things hard for himself sometimes: if it takes him three steps to get from the organ to the microphone, he'll set them up four steps apart just to see how it's going to change his performance to have to rush. I can really dig that because I do the same thing. Not always intentionally, in fact not usually intentionally, but I suspect he started doing this before he did it consciously. I think I should do it consciously more often.

When I get out of my comfort zone, my ego can't interfere with my actions. My ego requires a certain amount of time to act and to get involved. If I'm rushing to get something done because I haven't allowed myself enough time to do it, my ego doesn't have the luxury of second-guessing my decisions.

When my ego is out of the way, beautiful things can happen. My ego is very good at censoring me. Art doesn't do well within censorship unless it can transcend it. The best way I've found to overcome the censorship of my own mind is to take my ego out of the process.

There are times, professionally, when this isn't a good idea. For one thing, some projects demand more control than chaos. This approach is, by definition, chaotic. That's the beauty of it. And his chaos is what I love most about Jack White.

not a very good blogger...

I don't post very often, do I? I could come up with a list of justifications as long as my arm, but there's no point in that. The bottom line is I haven't made it any kind of priority to write in this blog, or to write at all. I craft words, I ponder thoughts, but I rarely put either down on paper, virtual or otherwise.

What's especially interesting to me in looking at my (few) posts here is that they were all written in daylight hours. It's not as though I haven't been up late at night since I started this little experiment. My sleeplessness has improved greatly, but I still have the occasional night--like tonight--when sleep just seems evasive. When I am up late is when the creative flow seems to come in my head. I always thought it was why I stayed awake when it didn't seem wise from a strictly practical point of view: to explore that creative space nestled between dreams and reality. So, today, I'm not thinking I should stay awake just to explore this space, but as long as I'm up maybe I should seize the opportunity to delve deeper rather than spin my mental wheels.

I suppose I'm afraid I won't like what I write when I read it in the light of day... that tomorrow's judgement will make tonight's pondering seem trite or even insane. Judgement. What does it have to do with writing, anyway? It certainly has no place in the initial process of writing, which is what this little blog thing is supposed to be about. It might not belong in writing at all.

I'm not saying every word you read here is unedited--I edit myself very carefully. In fact, it's one of the things I like about writing, that ability to re-craft and hone the message. I also am drawn to the idea of putting it out there without judgement, or at least without the kind of judgement that says "don't publish this, it's 2:30 in the morning, in fact you'd better delete it now."

Maybe I should consider publishing this posting under a different title, as the more I write, the more the title I started with seems awfully judgemental. There's something appropriate about that, though. And then I have to wonder why the spell checker keeps questioning my use of the word "judgement?" Is it trying to tell me something?