PROLOGUE:Saturday night. Every time the oscillating fan turns towards me it blows the ideas right out of my head. STORY:Blown minds given the right context are a good thing. Right? EPILOGUE:Later Saturday night.The fan is off.The rumble and hum of traffic fills my head, but it doesn’t oscillate. RoyceDeans.com
In 1928 Sir Alexander Fleming was working in his lab on a cure for influenza. After a two-week holiday he returned to his lab and found mold growing in a petri dish containing staphylococcus. He realized that the mold was inhibiting the growth of the bacteria. Penicillin was born. We don’t often make discoveries inContinue reading “Even if it doesn’t save the world…”
Is it possible that it is the struggle that actually turns us on? Myself, I have never actually been on Easy Street. I may have crossed over it a few times from a side street. I instinctively take the scenic route. And my mother told me, nothing worth doing is easy. A successfully executed artisticContinue reading “Easy Street”
Sol [Latin: Sun] Soul Soul Train Train track sun across the sky. Sistere [Latin: To Stand Still] Cistern Sis’s Turn My turn to get a tan.
Days roll into weeks.Weeks fold into months.Months trundle along into years.Years formulate routines.Routines beget expectations.Expectations breed worry. (Cue Bob Marley) Rise up this morningSmiled with the rising sunThree little birdsPitch by my doorstepSinging sweet songsOf melodies pure and trueSayingThis is my message to you-ou-ou Singing don’t worry about a thingCause every little thing gunna beContinue reading “Three Little Birds”