Thursday, January 22, 2015

Tapping into the imagination that creates my dreams

     I don't know about you, but I have the most outlandish dreams.  In my waking hours, my imagination is never as inventive as in my dreams.  Not all of my dreams are welcome.  Bad dreams do occur and fortunately they are not that frequent.  Mostly my dreams are strange and unusual.  In my waking hours, I never think like that.  Since these are my dreams, I know that I created them and therefor I am capable of thinking them up.
     I try and write them down, but for some reason I often forget them before I can collect myself in the morning.  If I do not get right up and sit down and record the dream I will forget it.  I have always written.  Recently I published a book and put it up online for sale.  It is nowhere near as creative or strange as the dreams that populate my sleep.  
   I wonder if there is a way to create a link between my sleep imagination and my waking hours.  If I could tap into this creative reservoir, I could come up with some very interesting stories.  There was a time when I could think about something and tell myself what to dream about.  Everyone says that dreams are a window into your subconscious mind.  The question then becomes, do I really want to open a direct link to my subconscious mind.  I'm going to have to think about that for a while.  Maybe I will even dream about it.  

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Nature Reserve in Chattanooga Tennesse, Audubon Acres

I recently visited a local nature
 preserve in the Chattanooga area.  The place is called Audubon Acres and was the family farm of Robert Sparks Walker, a noted naturalist and historian.  It is listed in the local guides as having historical significance to Cherokee  history.   

There is a visitor center and a old log home together with numerous trails through wooded areas and along a winding creek.  Along the trails there are markers that describe the trees and plants and list how the plants were used by the Native Americans.  There also appears to be imported trees that have been added to the local selection. 

The old log house can be opened for tours.  I was lucky enough to get a tour of the house.  It is furnished with all manner of period furniture and appliances.  

 This is apparently the boyhood home of Robert Sparks Walker. It is very rustic.  I understand the the fireplace was not original to the cabin.
 The house was appointed with the customary tools needed to live in a cabin from this era.  Looking at the implements was as interesting as the cabin itself. 
 I don't think I would fit in the bed in the corner.  I would imagine that the chinking on the walls would normally be much darker for the fireplace, cooking and lights for the cabin.
Can you imagine have to spin the thread to weave the cloth to make your own clothes?  The process must have taken forever.  I guess they had to grow their own cotton before they could spin the thread.  Didn't they have Walmart back then?
This is a view of the attic of the cabin.  Everything appear to be period appropriate except for the blue tarp. 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

News Year's Day and Black-eyed Peas

     New Year’s Day is in a couple of days and it is time to turn my attention to my annual tradition of having black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day. I have no idea where this tradition started   All I know is for as long as I can remember, on every New Year’s Day, I  have eaten black-eyed peas.  Originally I was led to understand that for every pea I ate on New Year’s Day, I would receive one dollar bill in the upcoming year.   It has been a very long time since this tradition began in my life and I have modified it to some extent.  I now look at it is for every black-eyed pea I eat on New Year’s Day, I will get $1000 in the coming year.   Prices have gone up.
      When I lived in the South and I went to the grocery store, I could find 20 different kinds of black-eyed peas on the shelf.    After I moved to the West Coast, if I went looking for black-eyed peas, I could only find the store brand.  Things are a little better now and there are multiple brands on the shelf.
     I have no idea how this tradition got started.  I have heard that it started after the Civil War and that it started 1500 years ago in the Middle East.   I truly have no idea.   I also heard that there used to be a saying that if you eat poor on New Year’s Day you will eat rich the rest of the year.  I guess this tradition is like any other, their multiple explanations for how it got started.   All I know is that for the every New Year’s Day for my entire life I've had black-eyed peas.   I can report that on the years I ate a heavy serving of black-eyed peas it did not seem to translate into more dollars in my wallet.  But to me that doesn't matter.   It is a tradition that connects me to many generations in my family and I actually like black-eyed peas.
     So this New Year’s Day I will have black-eyed peas for lunch and black-eyed peas for dinner. Since I’m having black-eyed peas twice on New Year’s Day, I expect to get twice as much money as I would have had I not eaten black-eyed peas.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Constant Vigilance Featured In Sunday News and Digest

  Book Daily is featuring my book, Constant Vigilance, in Sunday News and Feature Digest.  It will run in the December 21, 2014 addition. Constant Vigilance explores the possibility of an alternate history as an explanation for events that shaped the lives of many of those who came of age in the final decades of the 20th century.  Using this alternate history, the story develops into a possible future that threatens the lives of every person on the planet.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Youtube Site Reaches 200,000 Video Views

This is just a short post to make note of a mile stone of sorts.  My Youtube videos have been viewed over 200,000 times.  I know that there are videos out there that go viral and have that many views in a single day.  But still I am proud of the accomplishment.  I still have a long way to go to become a media mogul.  

Friday, November 21, 2014

Am I A Communist?

          I recently published a book on both Kindle and Nook with a paper back version on Amazon.  It is called Constant Vigilance.  I recently got a review that said.  "I think this guys a communist.  Don't trust him".  I never thought of myself as a communist and certainly do not believe that I am.  There is a part in my book where I talk about a consumerism economy and how I feel it traps people in constant debt.  This is all that I wrote that I think could remotely be considered communist.  What do you think?

         I attended high school in the late sixties and early seventies. I viewed high school as primarily an orientation to authority.  This is where one became the dutiful little worker bee.  The all consuming taxpaying unit they wanted.  A person was to spend the majority of his waking life working to put food on the table, a roof over his head and clothes on his back.  The system was designed to get people working and paying; rent or mortgage every month; electricity bills; water bills; insurance; and let’s not forget taxes; lots and lots of taxes.  

       School trained you to get up every morning and go to the place where you were instructed on how to behave and what to believe.  High school was from seven in the morning until three in the afternoon.  You were given work assignments to complete at home and return with the next day.  It didn't matter what you were interested in.  This is what you had to learn.  School was full of propaganda.  Most of the “stuff” you learned was the victor’s account of the battle.  We had a manifest destiny and were ordained to occupy the entire continent.  Yes, there were people already here, but they were not really people, they were savages.  Their way of life had no value. It's hard to be a dutiful taxpaying consumer if you live off the land.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

A Prayer For Understanding

     One of the most frustrating things in life is seeing someone you love in pain and knowing that, at times, the best thing you can do is nothing.  The feeling gets worse when those involved are the loved one's closest friends and family who don't know the whole story of what is happening.  You yearn to tell them, to let them know what is really happening to the person who is being hurt.  But as an outsider it is not your place.  It would only make the situation worse.  At best you would be seen as a meddler, at worst a scourge.
     My lady, I love you.  For I long time I felt that being in love like this was only in my past and then you stumbled into my life.  I wish there was something I could do or say to make all of this better and have it go away.   I can only say that I will do anything in my power to insure your health and happiness, even if it means that I have to stay away.  In the end, sometimes all that one can do is pray