Hi Surf Nazis,
Um, the post about Marilyn Manson was a big BOO BOO. I was working on my next column while blogging and then somehow it got posted and I couldn't unpost it for ages because, as mentioned, Blogger is a little Bitch.
Ooops.
Don't you love how I completely villify and libel the entity (Blogger) to which I owe all my joy and happiness?
(Well, lots of it, anyway.)
Hey, who said love was fair.
BTW, are you digging the harvest moon these days? Check it out.
I went miniature golfing in Sherman Oaks yesterday and I truly felt that we were entering a magical realm as we entered, because everything at this minature golf is in the shape of a castle. It is also full of candy elf houses that you want to live in, forever.
I got two holes-in-one. There is nothing like the feeling of a hole-in-one. It just feels like... Like you have tapped into the frequency of Perfection where some people, the Amazing Ones, spend most of their time. It is a plane of existence where the force of the universe helps you along, so that your perfect achievement is, in a way, effortless. It is on this plane where, for example, the riff to "Satisfaction" was invented. There was no effort there. The biggest effort was playing it into a tape recorder in bed so he wouldn't forget it the next morning.
I want to say that it was also on this plane where Van Gogh painted Starry Night, but I think maybe I need to work on the theory a little more. Because the other truth is that most great achievements are the result of endless slaving.
Got to go write now. Ok bye.
Kate
Um, the post about Marilyn Manson was a big BOO BOO. I was working on my next column while blogging and then somehow it got posted and I couldn't unpost it for ages because, as mentioned, Blogger is a little Bitch.
Ooops.
Don't you love how I completely villify and libel the entity (Blogger) to which I owe all my joy and happiness?
(Well, lots of it, anyway.)
Hey, who said love was fair.
BTW, are you digging the harvest moon these days? Check it out.
I went miniature golfing in Sherman Oaks yesterday and I truly felt that we were entering a magical realm as we entered, because everything at this minature golf is in the shape of a castle. It is also full of candy elf houses that you want to live in, forever.
I got two holes-in-one. There is nothing like the feeling of a hole-in-one. It just feels like... Like you have tapped into the frequency of Perfection where some people, the Amazing Ones, spend most of their time. It is a plane of existence where the force of the universe helps you along, so that your perfect achievement is, in a way, effortless. It is on this plane where, for example, the riff to "Satisfaction" was invented. There was no effort there. The biggest effort was playing it into a tape recorder in bed so he wouldn't forget it the next morning.
I want to say that it was also on this plane where Van Gogh painted Starry Night, but I think maybe I need to work on the theory a little more. Because the other truth is that most great achievements are the result of endless slaving.
Got to go write now. Ok bye.
Kate
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