Chew the bottom of my shoe or blogging like it’s 1999

Is it retro to go back to personal blogging like it was back in the days of LiveJournal where I started with my very first blog, chew the bottom of my shoe Talk about about #ThrowBackThursday, I made my first entry on that blog on Sunday, 10 December 2006 at 0:932 AM.

These were my first blogging friends:

__hibiscus, _yourotherleft, amativus, aoristic, ayden79, bobdylanforprez, burning_candle, curlymac, girlgoddess09, leahbobet, licoricewhipped, mmmgood, peterlake, quitespecial, sweatfunkgroove, thegreatmissjj, writer_space

I’ll have to go see what they’re all up to these days.

Thursday has come too quick. As I get older, I hate how time flies.  Reminds of the lyric on the Pink Floyd song, Time:

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say

It’s podcasting day, which I love because I get to have coffee in town and wax lyrical about things of the mind, body, and soul with my good friend Sarah Beth Hunt. Today, we were in the funky realm of fantasy and talking about what Jung called the Active Imagination. It’s something that’s a natural inborn process, but we let it lapse once we move into adulthood. I mean play acting and fantasy is for kids right? Well wrong, according to Jung. He used it bring himself back from the brink of a mental breakdown after his split with Freud.

As J.C.F. Schiller said, people are completely human only when they are at play.

And here’s the thing, the great joy of play, fantasy, and imagination is that we can be utterly free and spontaneous. In fact, we’re free to imagine anything. We can think the unthinkable because nothing is unimaginable in this pure state of being.

It’s not like I really needed an excuse to embrace my inner child, but at least now, I can cite science to back up my child-like play. Ruth got these for me:

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Oh and I met Charlotte of Leamington Joy Jam today. She stopped by the studio (which is really the first floor of the Havana Cafe) and shared a moment with us. She has an interesting story which I’m hoping too capture next Friday in audio format.

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Speaking of audio format, have you had a chance to check out the new Anchor app. Yesterday they released Anchor 2.0. The app has changed so much that it might as well be another app. It’s structured now to be like an audio version of Snapchat. You record audio clips straight to the app along with up loading sound clips and music from Spotify and iTunes. Basically you now have a radio station in your pocket. A lot of people who were diehard users of Anchor 1.0 are having really hard time adjusting to the new version. Change is a big brown bear. Before it was much more like a conversation with people now it’s more of a radio talk show. Anyway, if you find yourself over there, look me up.

Here are a couple of drawings, or fine art funnies, that I drew yesterday. I posted them out on social media, but here they are in case you missed them:

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I have more to say, but I need to rock on with a few other tasks before the evening gets away from me, plus I’m already on the Chivas Regal.

I tell you what, if you’ve read this far, and you like it, give me some feedback so I know somebody is listening. That will encourage me to continue.

Ok, chow for now.

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