It comes to thought that the distribution of available music become easier, and as such, just like the information we gather, we were provided new things, sexy things, things that we would never have heard or seen otherwise (in the case of 2girls1cup - stay away from googling it - some things we never wanted to see). We moved our rock gods into a distributed network of demi-gods, and then....then the world was an artists.

Which of course brings me to a completely unrelated question, about another popular new age topic: Relationships. Have we distributed our feelings? Utilising different friends for different purposes. Has monogamy (which has itself become almost a monotheistic ideal) become an illusion because we've surrounded ourselves with a million (well, plus 700 according to my last facebook count) alternatives to who we want to be with at any given stage? Has an era of polygamy been forced upon on, through distributed empathy?

Ian M. Banks' Culture looks something similar to this, it also looks something similar to a hippy love fest (which in turn may have affected us somewhat). As we further distribute emotions, work, culture and community, where does the sense of self lie? These are not important questions, they are important experiences though, and the permission that we give ourselves to move away from the ideals that we've been sold through romance, television and most importantly a shifting benchmark of family values. The world around us may look and feel completely different from our expectations of it, yet here we are living in it, surrounded by it and surviving. Maybe it's time we give ourselves permission to be different from what we expected.

I know I have, of course...Apparently I'm crazy, some people refer to me as god.

Wow. I missed rabbit hole day, by two whole days. First and foremost a happy belated birthday to the late Lewis Carroll (yes, I think I'm done with the cheap jokes for the moment). It seems that I managed to dig so deep that I popped up on the otherside of reality in a mirror universe where I was doing work. Let's see how many dimensions I have to stack to get a parallel universe, in which I work incredibly hard and only real difference is that I seem to be wearing shoes.

The irony of my rabbit hole, is that it actually led me to wonderland. Several times over the course of the week my work has taken me back to the Chesire Cat (Warning: This image brought to you by American McGee), over and over again.

"One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."

3 times this week has that quote slipped off my tongue, in 3 incredibly different contexts, and each time I become more aware of just how real intentionality can be (forgive the self-referential posting, sometimes I need to quote myself in order push my own religion).

The process to the achievement, from a modelling perspective become so clear. Magic is real, through the power of imagination and belief, everything that we touch is magical. There was that dude, with the crazy hair, Albert Einstein or something, who said "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle . The other is as though everything is a miracle."

Decide on your miracles, and then just watch them happen.

Next week, back to more scientific commentary. Too much woo-woo makes my head crazy.

From Dan Curtis Johnson: (Through the the invisible force that is Warren Ellis)

Let’s face it. You’re in a blog rut.

Most of the time, you write about more of the same kinda stuff that you usually write about.

Maybe it’s your day-to-day life, the stuff you did. Maybe it’s topical news response. Maybe it’s short fiction. Maybe it’s re-linking random stuff you see on the internet. Maybe it’s LOLCAT porn. (I hope it’s not LOLCAT porn.) Maybe it’s here on LiveJournal, or it’s over on Vox, or Blogspot or Blogger or Blogblog or Postablogablowablog, or WordPress or Facebook or FacePress or FacePlant or maybe it’s just your Twitter account. It’s what you’re comfortable with, I know, I know…

…but why not try doing something different, just for a day?

Two weeks from today, Tuesday January 27th, is Lewis Carroll’s 177th birthday. Carroll, you’ll recall, wrote about a girl who fell down a rabbit hole and found herself in a place where all the rules had changed. In two weeks, on Lewis Carroll’s 177th birthday, you should do the same.

That’s right: the 5th Annual Rabbit Hole Day is coming.

When you wake up on the 27th, instead of writing about your usual work and school and politics and friends and news and stuff, experience life down the Rabbit Hole and write about the work, the school, the politics, the friends, the news, the stuff that you find there instead. Travel through time. Turn into an animal. Flee from assassins. Talk to your goldfish. Conquer Greenland. Sprout some extra limbs. Learn how to walk on water. Marry an insect.

Take a break from the Every Day and write about your Rabbit Hole Day. Your normal life will be waiting for you when you get back.

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I accept your challenge, let's so how far down the rabbit hole really goes.

I haven't posted for the last bit, and I can blame vacation, lack of connectivity and being busy, mostly I blame not really being here.

It's been an interesting month, I've had friends, family, Romans and countrymen giving me strange input. Well the input has been odd to me. Over the last month, I was told many times that I've been scarce, that I've been odd. My own father said to me that I've not been loving as much as I used to. It seems that over the last while I've been intellectualising, a sport which I can arrogantly say that I enjoy, a game that I've been winning well, because of the cost to another game that I'm used to playing; a game of caring, and loving.

I've been further removing myself from the people I love because I don't want to disappoint them. I've been angry at people that have shown me nothing but care. I got so caught focusing on things that I wanted to grow into that I lost some of the fundamental elements that made me. I became so inward focused that I seperated myself off. Comfortably Numb.

It was only through the awarness, and fear of severing relationship completely that I became aware that something may be amiss, and as I slowly started talking to some of my closest friends, and incredibly slowly showing my care for them (thanks to their example, and the example of my exceptional family) that I was able to change track, and to shine on.

Thank you for helping me experience myself again...

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!