This is the certified hour of the night in SOBE, when the owls come out.
RagingRamblr.ram
Sleep is the cousin of Death!
I do not really get along with sleep. I feel it is a mockery to me. I have so many things I want to accomplish in this short life that sleep becomes an interruption in service. Systems go down. It is not so much the act of sleeping since it is restful and rejuvenating, one hopes, but it is the moments right before and after sleep that really are annoying. Well the amount of sleep of course subtracts from the amount of time in our lifetime, so that is a big point too.
Sometimes I am in the middle of something interesting, compelling, creative, productive, and engaging and sleep starts seducing me into giving up my activities and giving in to the ritual of sleep. I hate it and I try to fight it but then it keeps nagging me and opposing me to the point of my surrender. “My day is not done…sleep leave me alone”, I silently shout, but I give in eventually and go to bed in a state of resentment and bitter defeat.
In the morning when I wake up out of duty or leisure I go through a process of anti-slumbering, which has to phase through several steps before I could be functional again. Sleep does such a job of interrupting my activities before I go to asleep, but it then leaves me in a state of disorientation and disconnect from life. After I “wake up” I have to reconnect slow but surely with my faculties and as a result start reconstructing the pieces of how I got to this earth and what am doing here and ultimately why. A zombie state is my initial state and then a state of identification and association, and ultimately a phase of physical mobility towards certain tasks.
So sleep does a number on my spirit before going to bed ,and it also does a job on me when I wake up because I am in state of utter disorientation. I must recall on memory certain facts and join them with my immediate environment to decipher who I am, where am I , and what am suppose to do next. Going to sleep is like looking in the mirror and forgetting what you just saw when you wake up.
Our lives are so discontinuous, discrete, and segmented that bringing on any kind of integrity becomes a daunting super task. Sleep is ultimately that, that antagonists of my integrity, development and evolution……………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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A lil clip of some good ole Puertorican Bomba sound from our African roots from the Loiza sector playing in Old San Juan’s Nuyorican Cafe
A generational snap shot of the Diaz family in the motherland of Puerto Rico.
A goat-tee seems to be the trend that spans three generations.
D’ Jay’s Dominion in the House Live and Direct!
@ private party in Chelsea, NYC.
When Duality becomes Unity
Usually there’s always been a fight between the ideal and reality, similar to the way water and oil do not mix.
However with the spirit and life God has given me and the flowing blood in my veins I shall make reality and idealism become the best of buddies.
Reality is my haunting past and dictates statistically what I will become, and the future is the open realm of dreams and possibilities of what I hope I can become. In this defining moment of the now and present I make a resolute decision to become now and kiss both my past and my future,and reality and idealism into one.
Some good stuff. If one was anxious before, you will be even more after reading this. This is my book of the month in my one-man book club. My new goal is two whole books a month.
For sure as I read this book it supplements some of my thoughts as of late. There is a duality in this all. Ok anxiety of existence but also anxiety of action. That is OK, because in everything there is some form of it, but in acting even with the anxiety and uncertainty, one still pulls one-self from one’s boot straps of courage and marches forward within the foggy outlook of circumstances. Aahh it feels quite refreshing … uncomfortable for sure, but alive and engaging.
Jayson and I chilling in Soho.
Media Overload!: iPhoto with travel pics while I iChat with Peter at least 4000 miles away in Miami, and of course while he has an expresso, and one can not leave out the on and off web browsing.
There is no such things like overstimulation and too much multi-tasking for us lads.
And please I can not forget all the media overload was followed by a a beauti-full dialogue on nothing less than ” Living in the Now” and how our society and inner ego combats against positive change and is treacherous. Treason I fight every day against my everyday ego and altered ego and some other manifestations of ego… we can go on and define my usual foe “my ego” in many lights,shades, and dimensions.
There you have it overload is sometimes there to contrast other more significant moments and ideas. You need over-stimuli, scatterness, ADD, ADHD…ironically a little dose of non-focus, in the long run keeps me focus.
I will tell you what it is. It is also called distraction, entertainment, therapeutic moments. We all need them and help us clear our minds better thus be more productive in the grande scheme of things.
-RagingRamblr.ram aka the CognitiveRamblr
Veni Vidi Vici
Nothing sweeter than a decadent twist of sugar and delight on a Saturday evening in the town of Buenos Aires… having a little “panqueques de dulce de leche” smeared with chocolate syrup and powdered azucar…
Aaahh come on … do not forget the sliced strawberry, and its comrade “cafe con leche”.
- Serendipitous Continental Traveler
