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Archive for the ‘Dreams’ Category.
I’ve created a cafepress store for my low polygon turntable design I made a long time ago. I always liked this design, but it lived in hiding as an old mac os 9 .pict file. I recently realized that Preview.app will open those and I was able to save it back out as a .png :) Anyway, if you like the design, you can check out the cafepress store.
There are no mistakes.”
Miles Davis
“It helps to realize that an airplane spends niety percent of its time in error. We need to look at that. If you could see that you can gett an airplane from New York to London, even while being in error ninety percent of the time, maybe you could be less critical of yourself. Maybe you would allow yourself to be in error. A sailboat cannot get from where it is to where it wants to go by traveling in a straight line. It has to zigzag. So in terms of a true course, it is always in error. What is important about a sailbot or and airrplane is that the errors cancel out.”
-Dr. Robert Anthony, “Beyond Positive Thinking”
I hope that helps.
Peace, love, and Laughter;
-j
The Joy of Tech has a great panel on Jef Raskin. Thank you Jef.
Just a quick note to hopefully get the top google hit.. I’m starting a venture to help musicians get their music on the iTunes Music Store, and I’m going to call it mytunesonitunes.com for now. I’m going to develop it all on my own hardware and servers, and it directly benefits Apple, so I’m not seeing any problems with the model as of now. The more advisors and musicians I’ve talked with, the more positive feedback I’ve gotten with a healthy dose of “of course you realize there are going to be big problems to solve”… yes, I concur, but the first step was to register the domain… done. It points back here for now. I have registered with my town for a business license. I’m going to order some infrastructure so that I can build this dream, and I’m going to post a questionaire later to do more market research… I will announce when it’s available.
Wish me luck!
I was dreaming about us staying in a hotel room with some cartoon friends, and we had to keep quiet because of a baby or a light sleeper in the room with us. Something happened where all these basic shapes like baby toys, blocks, balls, etc, started flying around the room like an amusing oversized pinball machine with the friction set to near zero. So things are ping ponging around the room, being amusingly annoying, the opposite of quiet.. which is what we wanted in the first place - quiet! After a while, thing start to cancel each other out.. Three balls ran into each other and -poink- disappeared in a cartoony flash… One of the cartoon friends in the room, a cute quiet bugs bunny kind of animal.. A bat, was chasing another couple of toys around the floor. He produced an old box camera, took a picture of one of the toys, which produced a huge laser beam and obliterated it, the threw the camera at another toy, producing another humorous cartoon flash and disappearance of the last toy.
with that, everyone started to go to sleep. The bat, being a bat, crawled up the curtains to what I now see are 80 foot ceilings, attached himself up there, and fell backwards into a cartoon angel halo/circular shower curtain get up, hanging from the ceiling. There I am looking essentially straight up at him, and then my brain makes this connection that he fell on me, hard, because something jumped on me…
this is where I have to say and then I woke up… but what’s so funny is that that’s not the end of the story. Rachel had jumped on me, because a spider had descended on her from our bookshelf above our heads as she was reading. So 10,000 years of genetic memory can’t be wrong, and she freaked out and jumped out of the way, ironically onto me as I was having this dream about watching something perilously hanging above me, poised to fall on me. Weird!!
So there i was in a dream, not an action dream or a wandering dream, and being a few days old, the one thing i remember was a little boy skipping down the sidewalk of the back-east looking street singing the catch to a song he’d probably heard on TV or something… he kept saying “Kangroola… kangaroola” Which i thought was cute. What a great name for a kids show, as I woke up… I told rachel and she thought it was cute too. Then i started thinking “dang, maybe I outta invent something and call it kangaroola or something”… neat word. huh.
then i started remembering something about my dream.. the kid, maybe 4-6 years old, I thought it was kinda dangerous for him to be out on the street… I remembered seeing a priest keeping an eye on him, so i equated the building we were in front of as being a church… then i was imagining a system to keep an uninterrupted line of sight on a person.. I dunno why… maybe like a leash, but it’s mostly to be alerted when the person you’re trying to keep an eye on moves out of your direct line of sight. Then i was thinking, “maybe it’d shock anyone with electricity if you got in the way” .. dunno why…
so then i was thinking “Kangaroola” Maybe that’s the name of this line-of-sight-keeper thing… and my google search came up empty … amazing! My register.com search for kangaroola.com was available … incredible! then i did something I don’t normally do, a search on alltheweb.com, and was disappointed to learn of the ALEX VAUGHAN’s REPERTOIRE of kids songs…
are there no new words left??
oh yeah, then I woke up… well, before I did all that searching. 
Despite my natural affinity to cats, I keep having this dream about this tiny cat.. it’s that crazy new cloned cat - “CC” - copy cat… the first dream was just this little genetically engineered cat that fit in the palm of my hand running around being spastic and cute, and then the next night, I dreamt of the same cat, only I had an even smaller little dog, and then another even smaller cat than that… and the first cat, still small enough to fit in the palm of my hand started chasing the dog around…
then I woke up…
but I rarely recognize it at the time. Last night we were in Russia, of all places, but it seemed like the China side of the former soviet republic, because there were Chinese people there at the market.. We were first in a supermarket, and it was full of the regular things I was used to seeing in the market, which was weird because for being the russo-china border, I was expecting some different wares. Then, we were outside at the flea market, and I saw an 808 drum machine, which i own in real life… I wanted to know what the person was selling it for, but all the tags were in russian, or something, I couldn’t read them anyway. The next memory I have of my dream was seeing the taiwanese governor or price, or some level of authority or aristocracy playing badminton
badminton Bad”min*ton, n. [From the name of the seat of the Duke of Beaufort in England.]
1. A sport played by volleying a shuttlecock back and forth over a high narrow net by means of a light, long-handled racket.
…only I could tell the gravity was messed up because the bird was screaming at like 160 miles per hour, and we had to yell at people to watch out when they were in danger of being hit by this bomb-like (ahem) shuttlecock… but i remember seeing the Asian people playing this game, and thinking to myself, Russians are asian too, but they’re totally not what we typically call Asian here in america… we like to generalize here in the states because it helps us to feel less likely to offend anyone. Like maybe the Taiwanese people could call us the “north americans” and they’d be technically correct… and that lumps us in with the Canadians and the Mexicans… technically correct, but you just never hear that. Weird.
then i woke up…
So there I was, Ice Cube, in a really big dark ikea-lookin’ store full of electronic parts and furniture and junk, only I was dreaming… or the various rooms were like deeper and deeper levels of the dream. Kind of half-waking life, and half-hypnosis… Only, wait, I had this dream two nights ago, and we only just saw k-pax yesterday.. Interesting..
anyway, it was like me-as-Ice Cube had to wake up, and so I had to turn around and get out of the store as fast as I could, but naturally, in a dream when you run, it’s all in slo-mo, so I was watching myself just barely make it through each door one at a time in slo-mo before the doors would slam shut and lock… and then I woke up…
why Ice Cube?
I had this dream last night…
we were living in this evil government state where the government really tried to beat everyone down. I had this thought that sitcoms are a funny way to explain anything suspicious. The entertainment industry was on the revolution side of the equation versus the government. I remember watching a live taping of a show, where someone accidentally set off a rock slide, and turned around afterward and had that sheepish look on their face… “whooooops!” and the laugh track ensued… right afterward, I remember seeing a cutaway view of the stage, and what the cameras didn’t show the audience was that the rock slide was actually part of a plan to destroy a supply tunnel for the government…
weird…
