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I am going to write some personal thoughts that shouldn't be minded. I haven't posted in a while and wanted to.

I was trying to figure out how to get to this place where I am right now, typing a post. I didn't realize it was found by clicking dashboard. I clicked next blog and I found a blog of an artist.
I sometimes claim that title. Sometimes it seems that most art I come across is awful, mine included. I have wanted to make art because I have had valuable experiences with some examples of it, but I don't want to add to the junk. I guess that it is a process, I just have to keep at it. Sometimes I think what I make is good but it doesn't seem to be making any waves.

It is fairly cold here right now and I like it.
I am really getting into slacklining. It is almost mysterious or mystical. All it is, is walking on a line but it seems more some how. It seems like careful cooperation with gravity (I would say a dance but that metaphor seems have become trite). Maybe it is the slim, bouncy quality of the line that gives a sense of non-physical activity. Maybe it is the sense of accomplishment, the overcoming of a difficult task. Maybe it reminds me of the hippie mountain folk of my younger years.
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So I have been slacklining. It is fun I have a five foot piece of nylon webbing that I tie to two ropes and then stretch it between two trees. then I try to walk on it. the act is so nice so peaceful so enjoyable. although my feet get cold in the winter. I think i am going to go do that now 

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My friend

bought me a pair of vibram five fingers. they are intended to give one the bare foot experience with out the sometimes troublesome event of things like two inches of glass firmly cleaving the bottom of one's foot asunder. hasn't these sharp objects ever been to a wedding- what God has joined let no man put asunder- oh it says man not sharp thing. my bad

oh I love them

let no man me and my five fingers put asunder

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It is interesting how in michigan there might be a foot or more of snow that will disappear in a day or to because the rain washes it away.
Some metaphor could be drawn from this about sin or bad things being washed away.
a day or two is a short amount of time
peach out

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I enjoy the band Beirut. Stacy and I watched a movie last night. It was called the Terminal. It had tom hanks as a eastern european guy. "Victor" was stuck in the JFK terminal because his home country was at war and his visa was no longer valid. The events were totally implausible, Victor became fluent in english at light speed, the accents were dodgy, but it was pretty good. Victor was interested in a shameful lady who had consorts in the various cities that she traveled to as a flight attendant. Victor and this lady never did anything shameful nor did they get together, much to our delight. The movie must have been made a little while ago because everyone had pagers. 

Anyway, I am trying to learn to live the best I can instead of just scraping by or doing just what is needed. It sure is interesting.

In our garage there is this old heater that runs on kerosene. It looks kind of like a jet engine. It is very loud. 

It seems to me that very few people have regard for their hearing. A lot of people wear sunglasses when things are too bright. But I notice only a few who cover their ears at loud noises. I've worked in factories where the volume is very loud, there are free ear plugs and I am the only one I see wearing them. I think that it is because sunglasses are cool and ear plugs aren't. Some one needs to come out with a hot and hip line of ear plugs, rhinestone covered, flame covered, fake gold, skulls. The earplug could be attached to a little hand and this little hand would stick out of your ear. 

no one cares about cool when everyone's poor.

bye 

braden   

art thoughts with uncle bray bray

When a person manipulates the physical configuration of an object it has a quality different from a machine configured object. On the surface it seems that the machine makes things perfect and identical, while a person makes things irregular. Although this seems to be commonly accurate, a person can often mimic mechanical regularity with convincing precision. The difference that I am alluding to is discovered by first looking at a similarity between the person and the machine. 

The idea that a machine makes everything perfect and identical isn’t true. I have witnessed in the factories that I’ve worked that a machine makes many “mistakes”.  A piece of plastic will come out of a machine looking like it mutated. Also, a machine that is meant to put a lid on a container will mangle it instead. With the machine there is an anomaly. (It is almost comical to see this great Goliath of manufacturing that has been hailed as the product modern genius. It is comical to see these machines with almost life like movement clumsily destroy the product, like a dumb brute.)

Similarly when a person is working very hard to achieve the set goal it seems to happen that on the occasion the created breaks away as an anomaly. The outcome, seemingly for no reason, breaks from the norm. The difference between the machine and person is that it seems the machine makes things the same most of the time with the occasional very drastic change, but a person tends to make gradual changes regularly with the rare, slightly drastic change. 

This variety is rare. Like other rare things it can be considered with contempt and marked for eradication, or it can be regarded as a delight and valued like a jewel. As an artist it is fascinating to see one’s work in this light. For example, as a person regularly works and strives for a goal, at one time or another they seem extremely close. This time is when the anomaly makes something like a jewel. This is the difference with the machine.  It never makes an anomaly that functions better than the intended product. But the intelligence of the artist can produce something better. This is when it seems that everything just falls into place, what one might call the masterpiece.

autumn rhythm No. 26

Well I would like to tell two stories of how I have been pursuing a more unified relationship with my wife. 

My wife loves basketball. I don’t hate basketball, but did hate watching it. I am terrible at playing it, is the main thing. My wife loves playing and watching it. So I sat down before we were married and tried to watch a game. It was painful, very painful. But I just sat and watched. When a negative comment rose up in my head about basketball, I shut it off (the comment, not the basketball). I kept watching for about an half an hour. One day while checking email, I looked up the Detroit Pistons (my wife’s favorite team). Later I sat down to another game, all along promoting good thoughts in my head and discouraging bad ones. I can honestly say that I enjoy watching basketball now.  Although we don’t watch that much because we only get one tv channel. 

The other story has to do with a band that my wife likes but I totally didn’t enjoy listening to. Much like basketball, it was a bit painful. I knew it was something she enjoyed. This is a fairly miraculous story because music for me is much more emotional and hits my core. I wasn’t too excited to try to learn to like this band. I started with putting the music on my music player. Later when I was going to listen to some music I would make myself listen to this band for at least a song or two, all the while ignoring negative thoughts, and try to just listen. The first couple times it was hard. As I listened it got easier because I became familiar with some of the songs. It wasn’t until just today that I listened and the most interesting thing happened. I enjoyed the music, but more than that I really liked it. It was unlike any experience I have had, not more intense but different. I have never enjoyed music like I did that time. I would not only have missed out on that had I not pushed the boundaries of oneness, I would have miss out on enjoying the music with my wife, and miss out on another way to show her that I love her. 

bye for now 

bradenwilliams