People are only faceless if you don’t bother to look them in the face. Nor do you need a Facebook page to have a face.
It was then as I wandered in the forest preserves of my youth unassailed by any kind of Fi that my head began to swim in the past. Sure I was no longer in the moment but the reverie carousel of my days sup supped up both hemispheres of my mushy brain. Probably fired all through the lower middle parts as well.
Oh the lovely visions that swirled around. Some with the quietude of days drowning worms for easily gotten but more perilous to release bullhead. Others of Catholic School girl conquests from after school rehearsals for “Carousel” were like a clarion call to long set aside libidinous memory lures of youth. Also afore mentioned biking on mud paths reserved for the young now frequented by colorfully garbed cycling and jogging enthusiasts.
With that I am pleased that such resources are presently utilized for such ecologically economical ergonomic pursuits. A carousel that has brought us to a much better place indeed on this earthy crust.
Having absorbed the BahaiFi as well as a plethora of WiFi. Adding some 3G, 4G, and LTE stirred my brain which sent over a message from one hemisphere to the other, “Go quest old man. Go quest”; to where once upon a time I rambled, trucked, and genetically gambled. Now I find myself doing the slow limping amble. Not in parked cars with my long blond haired agitated young female animal of yore, lip locking in all the tabooed places. I am become the geezer doing geezer appropriate Tai Chi Tangos in the middle of an expanse of green grass.
Now my Chi has been TangoFied.
It was then I spied it!
Fooey! So now it is time for me to amble on.
Along time ago in a far away reality a random access editing tool was born out of the fear and squalor of linear methods of stacking picture and sound bits in a fungible predestined order. A system built on Apple’s upstart architecture was foisted upon a world of trim bins, dirty dupes, and countless open re-edits of arcane EDL list management disciples. The decidedly nonlinear AVID Media Composer was born into a world full of nattering nabobs of negativity.
But Another Version Instead of Deciding seized the day.
The hangover left by such flexibility and indecision led to my internal dissonance which threw my normal Harmony out of phase causing me to Spike the last two Daily Prompts of this week and leave that Media to Decompose itself.
Given that we agree that our eyes see color by gathering the specific combination of light waves that bounce off matter in our eyes direction through the atmosphere we are physically present in, and good luck with that one. Then armed with the knowledge of the vagaries of perception intertwined with our interpretation of said stimuli; I often find myself wondering if the waves we all agree to in our limited language as blue actually looks the same in my mind as in yours?
P.S. Never mind the varying shades, tints, hues, and flavors of colors you might name. Give me that old time RGB