Sloth, Maybe?

  It's been one year and seven days since my first blog involving a carpet and the long, winding history behind its design. Since then I've written about film, music, art, television, musicals, anime, cyborgs, artificial intelligence, quitting writing, resuming writing, meditation, contemplation, cogitation, good, evil, post-it notes... Oh, and Boba Fett.  I can't forget Boba Fett. You may have also checked out my other blog page, The Inanna-verse, which deals with everything involving my scripts, art, comedy, and YouTube videos dedicated to the Sumerian goddess.  I don't worship her.  I swear.  I don't worship anyone or anything.  Except perhaps my own overblown ego. I've even had my wife Susan write a few guest blogs.  There was one about the one season Cop Rock series and another about David Byrne's American Utopia on Broadway.  The last one had the most feedback on this page. Needless to say, I'm jealous of my wife. Oh, there is another a...

Before the break of dawn today, I did my morning meditation.  This time I didn't have any audiovisual distractions.  I'm looking at YOU, Hertz Rentals and Tom Brady! I've created a personal atmosphere that is not essential to the meditation process.  However, it helps me center myself.  I sit on my Cosmic Carpet - the art of the young woman sailing on undulating waves - and I prop my crooked back on a yoga seat.  I'm stooping slightly more and more with each passing year and I'm fighting a losing battle to sit up straight like a proper member of the homo sapiens  species. As an added atmospheric tool, I purchased a light projector called Galaxy Cove which casts the image of a star field crowned with a crescent moon against the bare wall facing me.  Not essential, as I said, but it helps me. I activate the Calm app and conduct a few preliminary breathing exercises.  I receive the sounds of chirping crickets and cars driving along the drizzle slicke...

The 21st century can be a bitch. Even more so than the 20th century, the 21st has all sorts of media that can saturate your eyes, ears, and brain.  Even what you taste, touch and smell is synthesized.  Take for example the microwavable Indian food (which is my weakness) that can seduce two of your senses until you grow bored of the flavor and aroma.  Touch screens do away with those pesky keyboards, though many people of my generation opt for a peripheral keyboard to get the sensation of sitting in front of the electric typewriters we were trained to use in intermediate school.  Nonetheless, the power we have at our fingertips is manufactured. So, what was I talking about?  Oh, yeah.  Meditation and the altered states of consciousness it provides.  One more digression and then I'll get to the heart of the matter. Your favorite music alters your consciousness.  It either mellows you out or it charges you up.  An abrupt change of one state of c...