A little reflection on my recent life of twelve years in and around the city of Cincinnati and I keep coming back to the role expectations played in my day-to-day. I became programmed to be in a state of constant expectation. Expectation of myself, of life and especially of others. The unfortunate reality is that
we are the musicmakers and dreamers of dreams… we are the good time connoisseurs. the molders of moments. believers in beauty… we are the thinkers, doers & lovers. we know we have the power to manifest a better reality… have something to add? please do.
dear creative persons of the world, artists, web developers, writers, social networkers, poets, marketers, bloggers, architects, musicians and anyone else who employs their right brain on a regular basis and generates original content: lately i’ve been thinkin’ a lot about what it means to “live happy”. its the mantra that i adopted a few years
a few years ago on the recommendation of a friend i picked up tom wolfe’s “the electric koolaid acid test” a fantastic/trippy account of ken kesey and the merry pranksters and their fantastic journey across 1964 America in a ’39 day-glo painted international harvester bus. their use of hallucinogenic drugs, crazy attire, bizarre street theatre,