I am so special. Let's do 300 more! Today is the first day of the rest of our lives. Or something like that...

or maybe everyone's just starting to get sober?

On the Road with the Fire Gallery

Friends on both coasts are raving about the new Chapel of Sacred Mirrors opening @ Spirit New York this week. I may go bodypaint there myself. Alex and Allyson Grey's new journal is also worth a look, with features by Matthew Fox and Kenji Williams.

Hope all is well in the epicenter of the kosmos, dear drinkers.

Kenwilber.com is ripping the kosmosphere. the site also has a "launchpad", just like TM. hmmm...

"Those of you who know me, know that I don't exactly seek the limelight. In fact, for 25 years, I have rather successfully avoided it. I have instead spent most of my adult life attempting to construct a general Integral framework that would allow us to include and honor the most number of truths from the most number of sources, premodern to modern to postmodern. This Integral framework allows us to connect the previously unconnected, to build bridges where previously there were motes, and in general begin to weave together the broken and fragmented pieces of a world gone slightly mad. The result is a framework--we also call it an IOS (or "Integral Operating System")--that allows us to integrate virtually all human endeavors into a comprehensive overview that can be applied to each, thus helping each reach its fullest success, principles, achievement, care, and consciousness."

...the rich are different than you and me. They spend thousands of dollars on shower curtains. They get early stock tips. And they don't fly commercial. The trials have confirmed that the most important perk of all, the perk that really separates them from us, is the private jet.

Private aircraft have played a role in virtually every recent story of corporate entitlement and corruption.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

Well the month has changed, but the blog hasn't. It’s a curious thing - the nascent age of the internet - finding our way in new collectives, bridging gaps across countries and mind-chasms. Recently returning from Bangkok, and then flying round my little country of OZ (using Spiral stuff for change in org's), has give me fresh insights into this world we have collectively created or, mostly, inherited. And yes, that goes for the inner worlds a much as the outer - the habits of our social/psychological conditioning are rather intense - yet permeable, and most importantly changeable. At this particular little spring of frothy creativity, this blog of current relative inactivity, many have met, some have run, a few have stumbled wantonly... but it has been rich, and the optimist, the incorrigible sort that is, reminds me that the union, while it seems to fade at times, and heck, when it does finally fade forever perhaps with barely whimper, has been extremely valuable. New perspectives, new takes, new comments, new language - all of the things that really change my world. Next to these things the latest gadgets, the most stupendous meals, enrapturing erroneous sex, and many other things of my finite existence, stand shallow and pass like the slightest breeze: nice and all, but I hardly notice, let alone remember any real impact upon my course through life. So thanks guys and gals - its amazing me still that people from so far away, with shot words, quick links, and the occasional photographic still, can have such a meaningful impact on experience: thanks;)

I hope its not the end - yet in a sense it can’t be hope: things die eventually, and more importantly, the impact has for ever changed my course and will remain a great point of frivolity on my map of life, and death - and in that sense, it lives on.

they just don't know it yet (or keep on resisting it). resistance is partial, kids.

Music labels should be celebrating the Grokster decision
Jim Griffin, founder of the Pho music/tech mailing list, weighs in with an impressive and passionate email about the P2P-legalizing Grokster decision and what it means for music labels.

In lea of posting anything interesting, informative and novel, here's an email I received recently – many friends have called to curse me, but I didn't find the challenge a problem;)

Apparently, this is an IQ test given to employees in Japan. Everybody has to get across the river. Have fun and enjoy, but don't get to mad if you can't solve it!!

The following rules apply:
* Only 2 people can be on the raft at a time
* The father can not be with any of the daughters without the mothers presence
* The mother can not be with any of the sons without the fathers presence
* The thief (striped shirt) cannot stay with any of the family members without the cop
* Only the father, mother and the cop can operate the raft

To start click the big blue circle on the right
To move people click on them
To move the raft click on the red balls

Result: If you succeed in:
4 minutes = you are a genius
6 minutes = you are exceptionally intelligent
10 minutes = you are very intelligent
20 minutes = you are >average
25 minutes = you are a little bit slow,
30 minutes or more = you are terrible and you should go work in Europe!!!!!!!