This is Star Hopper, my friend’s new iPhone app which he’s tested on me since last summer/fall. With the pleasure of having witnessed its development, I’ll be celebrating its March launch! You know it’s a good one when you lose & want to play again…and again…

And it’s free, at least for starts.

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I always loved this song. Remember when the album came out?? Funny how albums mark time…like those growth charts, or pencil marks on the wall. Songs that score “pencil marks” on our life walls.

The principles & psychology of human interaction: fascinating. Love this stuff.

Click the link to download it free from iTunes U; lecture begins at 9:40.

Also, there is the whole issue of private/public. For an artist, is everything both private & public? Where is the line here, when in life that line evades you & necessarily and/or desirably and/or confusingly so? Solitude that pervades every moment. How to retain THIS, and still share your life, thoughts, heart, with others. This is perhaps not just a conundrum for the private artist but any introspective person. But, for someone in the creative role/industries, for someone who makes & for whom making is directly connected to the heart & spirit, how to walk this line?

SO. Blogging. What is it? What is the purpose? Who cares? Who reads? Who feels, what penetrates the heart, and why should I aim for what I say to do that? In this world of constant self-exhibiting, talking without thinking, acting by rote, why should I aim to put out something that I believe is authentic? How much of that is veiled in the protection of digital space, of me sitting at my computer typing while you read at yours? How much would I actually want to talk to YOU or you to ME?

It feels damaging to bare oneself. The desert fathers & mothers in the early centuries B.C. withdrew from the world. They left everything. Blogging is so often about saying “This is Me,” it is words. And words lie. Words get old. Why are you reading this? Why am I writing it?

But in spite of it all, I suppose that at heart I do believe. In connection, in expression, in discovery. But so much of that means the opposite of building up. The opposite of building oneself up, of empire. It means, actually, letting go.

What does this have to do w/ blogging & this site? I find it silly that I have an email address with my name at my fullname dot com. Hilarious! Ridiculous.

Simplicity. A distilled thought. A thoughtful word. Or, a loose flow of words such as this.

All men are like grass. We are a mist. A breath. In, out, we are gone. And in that breath: ______?_______.

And I do, I still must believe. That in spite of the over-saturation of images, words, noise. In spite of apathy, numbness, dull minds, armored hearts: I must, I must, I must — try. To create, to live, to connect, to feel, to love. In spite of my own flaws, of my shortcoming in creating, living, connecting, feeling, and loving as I imagine I might heroically do. What is paltry: a penny offered at the temple, an apology, falling on your knees, or simply falling. These in fact are the seeds for acts of creation, renewal; humility, rebirth. And believe it or not, a moving forward in the direction of light & life — all within this momentary breath.

Anyway, the new Triangle website has…one photo up.

& here is another, since i finally got around to editing a handful today:

Chelsea Lee - the Triangle lead - waits between shots.

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