Antics
My day started off with someone sending me an email full of philosophical musings. The one that struck me most was "the most powerful sex organ of the body is the brain".
It made me smirk because my friend and I were having a discussion along those lines over Sushi and Saki last night. We joked that as we have aged, sex existed mostly in our head---and our head was FULL of it. At times I feel like a teenager.
Am I regressing, is it hormones, or mid life crisis I mused? Does it have to be called a CRISIS, isn't it one immense power surge before our bodies FORCE us to slow down?
After watching the movie Venus, with Peter O'Toole, I realized for some, desire and sexuality never die and can be awakened at any stage in life.
But think about it...the brain. That complex mass of nerve pathways and tunnels and transmissions that fire from the constant imput of the senses. Then throw in chemistry and all the messages plowing through our body that are hard wired into our mechanism; reproduction, survivial, pleasure.
I thought about the movie What the Bleep do we Know , and flashed back to the animation of how the brain works. I sometimes wonder what mine looks like, as my mind drifts from place to place, scenario to scenario, making hundreds of choices during any given hour. Senses honed, observant, always processing and creating in one form or another.
Larry once came into the room where I type this and looked at me rather oddly and told me I was so rare because I was functioned full speed from both sides of my brain and he called me a genius. I looked at him like he was nuts, and proceeded to mumble that if I were INDEED a genius, I would not be working so much for so little. And where IS that million dollars??????
In parting, a great line from Talking Heads that just popped into my head:
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?
(a playful art piece for tonight. I found it while going through my piles in the studio - it is a piece that surfaces on my desk from time to time, perfect for tonights ramblings.....)
patti
It made me smirk because my friend and I were having a discussion along those lines over Sushi and Saki last night. We joked that as we have aged, sex existed mostly in our head---and our head was FULL of it. At times I feel like a teenager.
Am I regressing, is it hormones, or mid life crisis I mused? Does it have to be called a CRISIS, isn't it one immense power surge before our bodies FORCE us to slow down?
After watching the movie Venus, with Peter O'Toole, I realized for some, desire and sexuality never die and can be awakened at any stage in life.
But think about it...the brain. That complex mass of nerve pathways and tunnels and transmissions that fire from the constant imput of the senses. Then throw in chemistry and all the messages plowing through our body that are hard wired into our mechanism; reproduction, survivial, pleasure.
I thought about the movie What the Bleep do we Know , and flashed back to the animation of how the brain works. I sometimes wonder what mine looks like, as my mind drifts from place to place, scenario to scenario, making hundreds of choices during any given hour. Senses honed, observant, always processing and creating in one form or another.
Larry once came into the room where I type this and looked at me rather oddly and told me I was so rare because I was functioned full speed from both sides of my brain and he called me a genius. I looked at him like he was nuts, and proceeded to mumble that if I were INDEED a genius, I would not be working so much for so little. And where IS that million dollars??????
In parting, a great line from Talking Heads that just popped into my head:
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?
(a playful art piece for tonight. I found it while going through my piles in the studio - it is a piece that surfaces on my desk from time to time, perfect for tonights ramblings.....)
patti
Comments
"The Secret" is done by the people who did "What the Bleep" and it's a great sequel. Thank to Oprah, it's become their cash cow.
Much love,
Ross