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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Radio GOLD Now Broadcasting Worldwide, YO!

I am so close to tipping this whole mo-fo I can feel it. Podcasting over at: La La La La La Radio GOLD!

There's a more permanent link over here --> on my sidebar. Or just subscribe. Just what you need for the treadmill at the gym.

I remembered on my way back from the gym the other day (Monday), when some small part of me was trying to "gear up" for the week, that this whole thing is in color. High def. In magical full resolution. With streaming perfect audio. And well lit. In smell-o-vision. In feel-o-vision.

And we are guaranteed to have the time and wherewithall to enjoy every second of it.

In fact, the older I get the more I think that every time we decide to not fully enjoy it all that we can ever learn is that we want to choose to enjoy it no matter what it takes.

Hard sometimes to choose to breathe in and have that be enough, to feel ourselves when the rest of the world is so sugary, bangin', foxy, and whatever-licious. Could it be that all we want to do with the whole thing is be ourselves in it? Even when we're getting busy with the supermodel? (Actually not that attracted to many supermodels, but like the frat boy reference I came to slightly regret a few weeks ago, they make for good shorthand. --As if the ends ever justified the means. Must not be totally saved yet. Phew.)

And the better or worse it gets the more crucial it is to remain inside yourself. And the greater the temptation to give up and merge. With the in crowd. With your bank statement. With the new title at the office. With the gun to your head. With your credit card bill. With that meeting next Tuesday.

And the more meaningless they become.

I had a dream the other day that told me not to fear anything that tomorrow had to bring. (Or whatever, dreams always have a little bit dramatic language). By extension, I assume that I can be a perfectly good person and eat and stay warm without fearing what two seconds has to bring. OR--what one second ago just held.

I didn't make it up.

See if I mean what I say real time over at Radio GOLD!

Luv.

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