Timothy Timothy

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Satisfaction, Creation, and Mirrors

In Uncategorized on May 31, 2011 at 5:26 am

I don’t want to just write.  That won’t satisfy me.  It won’t be enough.  I’ve just written on blogs before.  It’s good and great and all that, but now that stuff needs to be transferred back to where it belongs, in my written journals and notebooks.  More needs to be presented online for me to be satisfied.

I’ve seen what good things can happen when someone has tact, style, purpose, and playful creativity in their presentation of themselves online.  It makes for happy connections and great, beautiful creations.  Those are some of the things that make the world a better place.

If I were to make things, craft projects, and put my mind in the imagination blender, I would be the one to benefit from it.  I would be the first, and it would make the most difference to me because this is first and foremost my life.  But I can’t forget all of the people I’ve seen and how their creations have had a mirror effect on me.  They get the most from their works, and I can see myself in it.


Then You Must Write

In Uncategorized on May 28, 2011 at 4:33 am

Gorge on the sweetest tastes of all applicable poetry and personality.  Prompt the rivers to flow through the canyons of delight and fling your humble parties all over the sky.  Fires will reign and waters will envelope the people you most enjoy.  Let it happen and make a contest of it.  Flowers are like the eternal and holy trees and sprout through the ancient ceilings of cavernous tabernacles.  Don’t take it seriously; take it seriously and laugh.

Write on the walls and the pavements and on the vast venues that are available right now.  Write write write write: then you must stop and never write again.

Never ever again are you going to write.  The time will then be night to get lost in the extended boredom.

Then what?

Then you must write.

Let Me Tell You

In Uncategorized on May 19, 2011 at 4:57 am

Let me tell you how much I love being a follower.

A lot.

I love being able to assimilate the ideas amazing people have.  I love knowing there’s a cool movement or group I’m accepted and can participate in.  I love knowing that my opinions, thoughts, and actions matter to the people I follow.

I imagine myself in their shoes as they look at me, one of ones following their motions and intrigues.  I see me and I see appreciation and much respect.  I see me from their point of view and I love him.

Thank you me.  Thank you them.  Thank you us.

Look Into The Comments

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2011 at 6:09 pm

I stopped participating in blogging comments a while back.  I started feeling way too self-conscious and self-promoting whenever I wrote anything.  So what did I do?  I just stopped commenting.

The only times when I did comment were when I read something so engaging that I forgot that I decided to not comment on anything and commented anyway.  I don’t hold that against myself, though.

Now I’m trying to find something to write about, work about, expand about that can support me.  I’m aspiring to do what many other bloggers do: they find a means of life support through the coolness they share.

I’m looking into the comments now.  I’m going to places where massive amounts of people comment, AoNC being one.  I’ll have to give people the benefit of the doubt and trust that what they say they really mean, and when you have hundreds of people saying things about a certain topic, you get a decent idea of what might be needed.

And hey, that’s exactly what I’m looking for.  So it is time to delve back into the comments, not as a major contributor or participator, but as an analyzer and a spectator.  I want to see what’s happening.

What Do I Mean By That?

In Uncategorized on May 4, 2011 at 11:30 pm

Hell if I know.  There are times when spouting randomly and seeing what comes out is the best option.  Way better than sitting on my couch eating cereal and pop-tarts all day.  That doesn’t do shit.

Most of those ramblings will be more useful to me than they’ll be to you.  Good.  I need it.  I know I need it.  You’ll be fine.  Go and do your own.  I’ll have my public ramblings and I’ll enjoy them too.

I’m in public space.  That’s really the final frontier.