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Thinking

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 13:07:51 GMT

It has been an unbelievable amount of time since I last let lay a word on this page. My thoughts are of closing down this blog and starting something new, simply because I feel it might be a good time to change. I hope everyone has enjoyed my blog and should I create a new one I will probably place a link for you all to see a new sight.

Playing with Meebo

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 08:15:55 GMT

I recently created an account with meebo.com which is an interesting new Instant Messenger service that is web-base instead of through a downloaded program, but supports all major IM accounts like Yahoo, MSN and Google, and I created a chat room under my user name for anyone to chat with me if you are on line and use these type of services. Just go to:
http://www.meebo.com/user/fujiboots/room/
if there is trouble leave a note here and I will try and fix the link.

Hiking Stove Experimental

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 12:37:36 GMT

I got bored today and built this little alcohol stove from two Coke cans. It boiled water pretty quickly, but the isapropal alcohol gave off a stonge smell in my kithen. The little genki drink aluminum bottle will be my fuel contaner, together (with out fuel) they weigh just 23 grams.

WORDS XXOOO

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 13:29:33 GMT

Woods, Words, Wedsites

Open away the doors of Truth

Speed, Need, Alone, Died, Alive

Tone, Follow the timeS

Slip, Trip, Meander aimless dreams

Horizons affair

Oggle the Future with something new

A perspective energiZed with reality, Sugar, Coffee, Laughter-Love Love love

The naked earth, colder every day, but your Heart has the Heat to keep me Away

Awake me when I've lost my way in my day

Mezzanine my Magazine Eyelash Extension Poked out my Eyes

XXOOO Cause Huggs still matter

Writing Again

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 06:47:21 GMT

This past week I jumped back in the writing saddle even more than I had and have been happy typing away in every direction, as usual. Part of this is due to the arrival of a new Alphasmart Neo which has helped me write more and waist less time just editing.

On the keys again

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:51:20 GMT

TL Maudlin …. Maudlin 72

Thinking about really hitting the keys over this funny little man who loves books, has a new start of life, an enormous sense of humor and falls in love in spite of his age! I love the idea it needs to be completely overflowing with a sort of nostalgia locked in the present, crashing with life in the face of death, laughter in the ear of age, love in the hand of time. Maudlin is a friend of mine really. He is the fusion, as all true characters might really be, of all the interesting older individuals I have met thus far in life who seem to take it and fly. They never gave up, at least when I knew some of them, they never put life in a box of the past and said “it’s not for me any longer, time to nap, time to watch an old movie on the TV.” No they saw the good and the bad in the past and the present, rosy red cheeks of life and all. So I will infuse them with my own brand of love for life and see where it might go, because its the way life should be really. A mystery of thoughts, fevers, observations and fears all rolled over the coals, over the rivers and on into the comfortable rooms of conversation and profound glee. So even I am getting happy, nay excited, about meeting TL again. I hope you will be too!

Crossroads

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 11:27:15 GMT

Cross roads, turning points, times of figuring out what to do next. The next/first step. A passing and new beginning. Decisions in the face of indecisiveness. Worries, dreams and the possibility that even if it were true nothing might come of it. Fatalism, optimism wrapped up together, inseparable. I am looking for the way out as I am looking for a way forward. Prayer.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 13:03:22 GMT

The biggest question is not what’s next anymore. I asked that a hundred times before. The question is what is NOW and it will make all the difference if I let it grow. All the people who know this secret know it has power. Future is the place you want to wake up tomorrow, reality is where you stand today. I want to be a man who never sleeps, has the energy to burn the world a new perspective. Success is not a goal, becoming is a goal. I will let others judge my success or failure, my definition of it is simple: If you never give up you NEVER fail.

Signs of the Times

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 23:17:44 GMT

Seems I have been doing nothing but teaching and writting over the past month and a half. I finished the third draft of a novel and am letting it sit for a while before setting out to edit it again. My goal was 5 edits, but after three you can get pretty tired of the same material over and over. So a rest of that thought is in order I think.

I have started simultaniously working on two projects, switching around some of the way I write them, keeping my mind focused through activity and not pure thought. One novel is in an unfinished lenthy outline stage and I am fleshing it out into actually chapters-in other words I am writting out the outline. The other is an outline for a story set in Kanazawa, but instead of my usual linear outlining I am skipping around under the major skeleton outline of chapter titles in order to keep my own interest focused and put down important details of scenes which in the future will be important and hopefully exciting.

The process of typing and hand writting my material is becoming more and more exciting. The task of setting down a story isn't so daunting as it once was and I am truly happy about this turn in my developmental road. It is only through trying that anything gets done and I am trying. Doing it well, or excellent, or even good is that second level of attainment that will be much more illusive and harder to work out. So in that regards it becomes work, but not a wholly unpleasant sort of work because it keeps my mind on its toes. Just like teaching English here in Japan has done for the past 7 or so years.

Stint

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 14:35:13 GMT

The dead fish was entangled in moss at the bottom of the teaming tank. So many fish and so little time. There are reds, oranges and blues. Tigers and ghost whites swimming. Yesterday it appeared three fish suddenly finished their circuit around the tank. I was not sad, it is a cycle even I must face.

Honest questions in a pluralistic time. Does God really exist? If so what is God like?

Honest thoughts with a hint of truth. I sit thinking through my fingers to you. These days we have all become mini-theologians because a choice must be made really. To NOT choose is to remain in the vast majority of my generation, undecided because it is easier than having to explain. I would explain even if it was a bad example of a good argument in the end. For if what you want is certainty than you need to go to faith and evidence. I'm not in the mood to build a bridge you will not cross. It doesn't work for most of us anymore.

Honest thoughts and thinking print. A coffee cup, late night stint.