Dreams (Houses of Time) and Taxes.

Jake Shields - Erotik Apparition--- Dreams:

Something about working at another coffeeshop or restaurant, but being a manager there. Someone calling on the phone to ask about some order having been improperly-filled, and my having to tell them over and over that I was a manager and I would see to their problem. But the problem is their fault, and I know it. I know that they ordered the wrong thing, and are now geting pissy about having gotten what they asked for.

I walk out the back and up to the front of the store, simultaneously.

On the front lawn of the very large house that is the restaurant, there's a party going on, and I'm super stressed. All i want is a clove cigarette, and I know that I can snag one from at least one of my friends who just showed up. (Clifford Brown - [I Get a Kick Out of You]). Rebekah and Stephanie are there, but they're under orders not to give me smokes. I stalk through the crowd, seeing only which brands people are smoking, and knowing who they are by that information. I see someone smoking Djarum Specials, and I grab it out of her hand. I look up to see her face, just before I put it to my lips, and I know her but I don't know her. She smiles and arches an eyebrow at me, and I hand her back her clove. I continue walking through the house.

Out the back door of the building, down the stairs, and into the alley, there are a number of my coworkers standing around, and I'm still on the phone, telling the person on the other end that things can be resolved, when comorbid starts walking down the alley. I toss the phone to a coworker and don't and keep talking as I run up to comorbid, jump up, and force to catch me in mid-air hug. (Blondie - [Atomic]). I know that there'll be a pack of Winston S2's handy, and I smile.

I'm underwater, and I'm back in time, and I know that there's a small girl trapped back in time, and I havce to ride the elevators of this old hotel to properly find something. But I'm underground in the place and time for which the colllective unconscious and zeitgeist are metaphors. I'm in the deep dark green caves of something I'm not supposed to see, and I'm also in the back room of my dad's house, which is just the den of this particular larger house. (Mindless Self Indulgence - [Prescription]). I'm in the front parlour of the place into which i walked from the yard, and I'm trying to ignore everyone who isn't important because a very few of us who are here know what's actually going on and can help me cut through the curtain of time and see the doctor/professor/scientist, in the past, who is trying to save his daughter from being lost in the caves. (Gorillaz - M1 A1). We begin to use the LED and sceen light of our cell phones to shine on the centre of the room, and we can see a faint, flickering, wavering image of a man in Edwardian dress, and I pass my hand through him, and he flinches

---something here about being in a store, a large department store or something like a Walmart, with very tall cubicle-like walls sectioning off each department; conversations about the things for sale--

A Tribe Called Quest - Check The Rhime

and I get the idea to lunge through the centre of the room, at him. He screams in pain as we lock together, across time, swirling into and becoming each other.

In and underneath even the caves, standing, floating, spiraling through the void the idea of a sphere with six smaller spheres arranged around the outside of it, each sphere interacting with each other to form and sustain the central sphere, the central sphere creating and resonanting out into the six external spheres. This becomes a drawing of a House, made of/surrounded by six external wings or structures, buttresses, cuppolas, external to internal staicases... (Coil - [The Hellraiser Theme]). The whole of the building is the structure of the archtypal House i've seen in my dreams and my mind, since I was a very young child, and I know, fundamentally, that i am creating its initial instance, or, at the Very least, how it will be seen, when I first see it.

Vermillion Lies - Typewriter Girl

I'm back in the house, with everyone else, and I'm underwater, underground, and I know that this whole thing is happening, 150 years ago, as well, and it's all very important to make sure it happens, but it's not scary, it's not... something.

Belly - [King]

I think something about Atlantis sinking. I wake up

Man. Nyquil Dreams, amirite?

Was going to do my taxes today, so I could use that to get into a calm headspace and stop worrying about money, but after I was let go from the coffeeshop, my access to the online Paychex materials was severely hampered, and so my W2 from that place is being mailed to me. Has supposedly been mailed, as of yesterday. I'll believe it when I receive it.

So, instead, I make the attempt to meditate, and then get to work on lecture prep, for tomorrow.

Black Ark Psychedelick Soul And Jazz Revue - Thee Eye Inside--- Sounds like Winamp likes that idea.

Also, what is it with me and name resonances? I spent several years trying to convince myself that names don't matter, unless we let them, unless we make them, but then I'm confronted with these coincidences of name and place and date. I know two people contemplating transitioning; they have the same given name (different surnames); of the many people I know born on a particular date, two have the same name (different birth years). Just little shit like that, most of the time.

Dead Kennedys - [Your Emotions]--- Anyway. Off to clear the old head. Have great days.

How To Beat Newt Gingrich.

Earlier today, I was listening to the NPR breakdown of what went down in the SC Primary, and I found myself torn concerning who I wanted to get the Republican Nomination. Well, after thinking about it for a few hours, I'm still torn, but I did finally figure out how to beat Newt Gingrich.

In addition to Just Letting Him Speak, you talk, when you talk directly about him at all, about his hypocrisy-- his unfaithfulness-- as a Pattern. You take his infidelity to his wives while charging after people for their infidelity, and you tie that to his lobbying, or rather "consulting," for big banks, and his time on the side of big business and otherwise ensuring the status quo in Washington, DC, all while he tries to be the "Anti-Establishment" candidate, in 2012. You make it about hypocrisy, lies, broken promises, and soiled oaths.

When he comes back with the things Obama didn't accomplish in his first term, you counter with the stall tactics and all the No's Congress used-- the same kind of tactics Newt used, when he was Speaker of the House-- and then you turn that into a call for bi-partisanship and a new way forward. You use this as contrast, to show that, when re-elected, Obama will continue to work on the promises he made to the American People, while addressing any roadblocks he encountered, in his first term.

Because-- and these will echo the first ads, where you don't mention Newt's name, at all-- when you make a promise to a partner-- "and, I beling that it is the purpose of the President of These United States to work in a partnership, with the American people"-- you don't just turn and run at the first sign of not getting what you want; you find out what your partner wants, what they need, and you work twice as hard to get each other where you need to be.

And, again, that's just the first set of ads.

Later, you focus in on hypocrisy, and you use that to show that as he has lied and stalled, before, so will he, again.

Now, I'm no fan of a lot of the shit President Obama's done, these past several months, but you have to admit: This platform, when added to a genuine reform position in regards to rights and policies? It's pretty compelling.

[EDIT, 11.38pm: But I must constantly remind myself of Josh's injunction to Toby: "The problem is, you wanna Beat 'em. I wanna WIN."

Because it is SO GODDAMN EASY to take Gingrich down, if he gets the nomination, that what I'm really worried about, here, is the Democratic Party doing the political equivalent of tripping over their own shoelaces, falling on their chins, and biting their own damn tongues off.

THAT'S what worries me, here.]