It would be interesting to have at least part of my non-working life to be like a typical issue of a Rolling Stone magazine.
If this were so, it would be colorful every second of the day, full of bizarre personalities, beyond hip to the sublime, of course artsy, spouting shameless loud and rebellious liberal political slogans (like No More War!), or Justice for all, ranting against the bloated status quo (corporations, military-industrial complex, wasteful govt) and chastising our sold out ways, wacky pop culture chasing fun down an Alice in Wonderland white rabbit hole, enough celebrity and real people eccentricities to fill a Wall mart warehouse, classy movies (mushy or daring), high tech electronic gadgets to plug into my relaxed and blessed out mind, beautiful people babe-like models, Freedom, with a capital F, social and political consciousness in digestable bites for the Everyman/woman, And of course all kinds of good music, new and old classics of Fender-based straight-ahead Rock and Roll all the genres (surreal acid, thumping but still melodical HardRock, sublime acoustic Rock), jazz, alternative, blues with a capital B all of these somehow stimulate the grown of new neural connections and transmissions, while the Love songs and ballads for that significant Other continue to rip the heart right out of your writhing body with the precision of an ancient Mayan shaman. So my view of an afterlife? perhaps you may find me sitting at a table, in a dimly lit bar, surrounded by laughing friends, listening and dancing to rock and roll the rest of the night with my soulmates....
What Gives Me Hope
The US Constitution (as long as we stop trampling over it, or ignoring it)
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
What/who changed my life and why
Altered States because I liked how the professors (William Hurt) spoke during the movie
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, gives alms to every one that asks, stand up fro the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. - by Walt Whitman