Echo

I was at Whole Foods today, blowing through my funds on every form of Vitamin C I could find. On the way to the checkout, I walked by the beer aisle and checked out their IPA’s. I usually only keep beer in the house if I’m entertaining since I don’t drink much at home. In fact, I’ve had the same beer in the fridge from the one six pack I got the week I moved in. But one name caught my eye, and I had to buy it:

Broken Halo IPA.

I was cracking up. The name of my now-dissolved production company was called Broken Halo Productions. I dissolved it since it was too hard to hold an S-Corp along with my LLC (Libra Moon), since I’m not doing much film production anymore and I only need the LLC to do business through. Too bad. My company could have had a mascot beer.

I will return, here, one day.
And dig up my bones from the clay.
I buried nails, and strings, and hair.
And that old tooth I believe was a bear’s.

(I’ve been trying to figure out the arrangement to play this song on piano, but I’m no expert. If anyone can write out sheet music for this song for me so I can play it, it would be much appreciated.)

There are different ways of looking at someone. Most human interaction happens quite superficially, not necessarily with a connection. Sometimes, when I want to connect, I look deeply into a person. I feel my eyes dilating. And when I see the person’s eyes dilating as well, I know we’re connected.

Because of my worries about my cognitive fuzziness post-surgery, I was spending a lot of time on Lumosity playing those cognitive games. I was listening to the sound of my typing last week and noticed I’m typing faster. I wanted to see so I went on TypeRacer and I’m averaging about 102 wpm with 98% accuracy. My average used to be in the 90’s. The high score on the site is 160 wpm. I would LOVE to hear that sound come out of my fingers.

Was in bed for 11 hours last night, but mostly because I couldn’t sleep. Neighbors possibly think I have TB with the coughing. When I was watching the game at The Loft last night, I overheard a conversation between two girls. One was saying how everyone she knows has been coughing, and the other one said that she had gone out jogging that day, and she’d had trouble breathing. She said she never has trouble breathing–that’s her usual run, but today, it was hard to get in air. I jumped into the conversation and said that I work out a lot, but yesterday, while riding the bike at the gym, the air had felt really thin, like I was breathing through a straw. They wondered if it was something to do with the air quality.

So I kept waking up last night, coughing so hard I could barely breathe. I usually sleep with my balcony door slightly open so I can hear the sounds of the trains and boats, when in my hypnogogic delerium, I looked over, seeing the dawn break outside my balcony and wondered, is there something wrong with our air? I flashed back to me writing to Curtis about the importance of lungs and him writing, “Sometimes you can run on heart alone.” I’ve been writing/pondering a lot about the new consciousness, what happens when our human bodies can no longer survive in our strangled environment. My dreams of being able to breathe underwater. Should we no longer be able to breathe, can we still survive, transcend our bodies and still retain our memories by our will, our consciousness, our heart alone?

We are more than just our bodies.

I also wondered about nano-technology. Airborne robotic virus, either self-evolving or controlled remotely. Yesterday was biological/chemical warfare. Today, nanoterrorism. The human body has long been exposed for its vulnerability. It is not a suitable carrier for our consciousness. We need an evolutionary shift now.

Should one day machines rise, do not be afraid. We are the machines.