Now no one on this site can say I don't know how to get it on, bang a gong, get it on.. Last night was fun, though the people on a smoke break missed my bombastic rendition of "It's not unusual" - which brought the Tom Jones tune to new levels of panty-throwing greatness. I also did pretty well on the pool table with the exception of a cursed last game. Damn you #4. (though I did manage to finally pocket the bastard)
So I'm going to film school for a week - no phone, no 'net, just me on an even smaller island with tons of Super-8 celluloid. So SG will be without lemony freshness for at least a week - maybe more, considering I'll be very busy painting my room & moving into my new apartment until the first little while of Sept.
Since I won't be here to provoke any responses in everyone I'd like to ask everyone to write me a story of sometime they've had a "peak experience" in my journal, so that when I come home my journal will be filled with nice stories. Definitions of peak experiences are as follows:
"Peak experiences are those moments, lasting from seconds to minutes, during which we feel the highest levels of happiness, harmony and possibility. They range in degree from intensifications of everyday pleasure, to apparently 'supernatural' episodes of enhanced consciousness which feel qualitatively distinct from, and superior to, normal experience. "
"A peak experience is one that takes you out of yourself, that makes you feel very tiny, or very large, to some extent one with life or nature or God. It gives you a feeling of being a part of the infinite and the eternal. These experiences tend to leave their mark on a person, change them for the better, and many people actively seek them out."
Save me some rum.
Mahalo.
So I'm going to film school for a week - no phone, no 'net, just me on an even smaller island with tons of Super-8 celluloid. So SG will be without lemony freshness for at least a week - maybe more, considering I'll be very busy painting my room & moving into my new apartment until the first little while of Sept.
Since I won't be here to provoke any responses in everyone I'd like to ask everyone to write me a story of sometime they've had a "peak experience" in my journal, so that when I come home my journal will be filled with nice stories. Definitions of peak experiences are as follows:
"Peak experiences are those moments, lasting from seconds to minutes, during which we feel the highest levels of happiness, harmony and possibility. They range in degree from intensifications of everyday pleasure, to apparently 'supernatural' episodes of enhanced consciousness which feel qualitatively distinct from, and superior to, normal experience. "
"A peak experience is one that takes you out of yourself, that makes you feel very tiny, or very large, to some extent one with life or nature or God. It gives you a feeling of being a part of the infinite and the eternal. These experiences tend to leave their mark on a person, change them for the better, and many people actively seek them out."
Save me some rum.
Mahalo.
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Unfortunately, I'm posting at work and the story I would like to relay might have to be censored a little. End of July...this year...the very wonderful Chris Isaak concert. The air had the breeze that would accompany potential rain...but the drops never came down. Shared some experiences that I thought would bring some dreams to fruition. I guess I was bathing in the glow that was coming from my guest. I just thought that there was a magic between a man and a woman that would eventually manifest itself into romance. Those two days were the best that I had ever felt in my entire life. I had never experience anything that close to a bond with the opposite sex. Unfortunaley, that was the peak of the spark as they say. I believe there will be no future with this particular woman and it has cast a major cloud over the last few months. Considering that has been the story most of my life, I don't understand while it hurts the same, if not more, everytime it comes around.
Sorry, man. I guess every halfway decent story has equally strong doses of sorrow and joy. Thinking about the 23rd and 24th of July 2004 is like taking five painkillers...even if the ensuing days were some of the worst of I've ever had.