December 6, 1997 It's 2am
I just woke from a deep sleep
Vivid dream
Sitting in a theater
Waiting for movie start
I was young
Late teens
Two beautiful girls sitting behind me
Their mother too
I listen to her harass them
The youngest of two closest to me
With eyes I sympathize
Drawn by her innocence
The dream context changes
Enter two thugs and woman in tow
Largest demands my seat
I stand
Debate of run to authority or conflict
Violence seems inevitable
I awake
Heart pounding
Mind filled with rage
Thoughts of fighting
Even awake he intimidated me
What brought on this
Why must conflict always be inevitable with emotion?
Earlier tonight I went to pharmacy
Peruse the magazine rack
Find one that does not belong
Wired 5.02, February 1997
No other issue of the mag there
It's the George Lucas issue
Sometimes I can not help but feel I live an enchanted life
Arriving home I read the article
He speaks of intellect and emotion
The evolution in humanity
"If you watch the curve of science and everything
we know,
it shoots up like a rocket."
"We're just as emotionally illiterate as we were
5,000 years ago;
so emotionally our line is completely horizontal."
"The problem is the horizontal and the vertical
are getting farther and farther apart."
Well said
He is such a great man
And still true to his heart
I think of Puce
Tonight I bought music as well
Beth
Orton Listening to it now for the second time
Bad
news learned Brian
recently introduced me to new audio landscapes
Crafted by the artist Michael
Hedges Night 'for last I got to tell Brian how much I enjoyed the sound he
lent
Now the man who made them is gone
A great loss
