someone recently wrote: “Most every game is exhausted of its lessons, eventually. The player who has become bored with a game, and the player who decides a game has been mastered, reach the same end, and stop playing.”

i spent most of today out and about. the beach. the boardwalk. a movie. the beach again. drowsy and semi-wakeful, i had a dream.

a dream, a waking, and a memory.

there are a few people who will know what that three letter word means. not many.

they always come together, you know. synchronicity is a blessing that often feels like a curse. two items, logged here for further thought. no commentary but this, in this moment. and this, likely too much.

i do not read newspapers. but every now and then, via friend or mailing list, i am made aware of something that sparks an interest in reply. this piece, by San Franciso Chronicle columnist, Mark Morford, is one of those items. https://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/morford/article/the-hippies-were-right-all-along-we-knew-that-2562366.php interesting piece. shame it is written in such an angry, self-righteous, utterly arrogant style. mr. morford obviously was not a hippie, and if anything, reads like the very someone’s he’s lambasting in his article… which is ironic but most realization is so, isn’t it? here, the ultimate point and enjoyment of the article lies not in anything morford […]

i wrote this yesterday to someone. it is not the first time i’ve written it, but it is the first time i thought there might be a need to explain to myself why i do.

the nice thing about the generic ‘you’ is that it really can apply to all the ‘you’s’.

yeah, i’m a people, too. all the same, sometimes people are just weird.

morning blizzard of resumes safely out, time to relax a bit and enjoy some coffee and a few, random thoughts.