Two Screens By My Side

How I consume and how I create the words I most often share.

Yes indeed, I write long form and certainly complete business work tasks on a laptop – it’s the most practical and efficient way to accomplish those activities.

But then there’s everyday reading, writing, blogging, posting, sharing…and those activities, those are of a different nature, a different thing.

In those moments — like right now — I most often tap the letters to words, words the ideas — those come out through a smart phone, the most immediate channel to you, the easiest way to quickly scribble the words as they tumble out.

Consuming content, I try to shift to a bigger screen, a tablet, where more fits on the page and images are more clear.

And so the curtain pulled back, that’s how jeff goes, that’s how I roll, and let it flow out, and let it flow in.

Most important? CREATE.

And then GIVE. SHARE.

GOOD.

Lyrics Post: “Mediate”

Was mesmerizing when it came out so long ago, still stirs the same feelings now…so much to think about…or…just…groove.

“Mediate”

Hallucinate

Dessegregate

Mediate

Alleviate

Try not to hate

Love your mate

Don’t suffocate on your own hate

Designate your love as fate

A one world state

As human freight

The number eight

A white black state

A gentle trait

The broken crate

A heavy weight

Or just too late

Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate

Appreciate

Depreciate

Fabricate

Emulate

The truth dilate

Special date

The animal we ate

Guilt debate

The edge serrate

A better rate

The youth irate

Deliberate

Fascinate

Deviate

Reinstate

Liberate

To moderate

Recreate

Or detonate

Annihiliate

Atomic fate

Mediate

Clear the state

Activate

Now radiate

A perfect state

Food on plate

Gravitate

The Earth’s own weight

Designate your love as fate

At ninety-eight we all rotate

Hallucinate

Dessegregate

Mediate

Alleviate

Try not to hate

Love your mate

Don’t suffocate on your own hate

Designate your love as fate

A one world state

As human freight

The number eight

A white black state

A gentle trait

The broken crate

A heavy weight

Or just too late

Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate

Appreciate

Depreciate

Fabricate

Emulate

The truth dilate

Special date

The animals we ate

Guilt debate

The edge serrate

A better rate

The youth irate

Deliberate

Fascinate

Deviate

Reinstate

Liberate

Liberate

Liberate

Liberate

Writer(s): Andrew Farriss

And Happy Birthday, Michele M.~

And Again, Follow The Muse

Recent piece on living a creative life; even if it’s not your profession, per se’, so important to find it and do it.

Example? An old school friend, actually through my brother. A tech professional by job, an artist by vocation, creative in both endeavors, I suppose.

He draws, doodles, paints, scribbles, whatever inspires him, I suppose, whatever he fancies in the moment, moments.

He found it early I think, this gift, this talent, and he’s good at it. And he shares it.

Lucky for us.

“Theo Croker, top talent out of the gate, #Trumpeter, 2021“
“Quick doodle of ‘someone’, 2016”
The muse in effect
“Chadwick Boseman, 2021”

Glad to be your orbit, Joe.

Find Joseph Arruda on IG handle:

@zeruch

Website: http://society6.com/zeruch

Flag Day, ‘85

36 years ago, 1985. I graduated from high school on Friday, that Flag Day, 1985.

There were 377 of us that day. I’ve known some of them since before high school; for sure on that day, I felt connected to every one of them. They were my first tribe. Kindred spirits, launched into the world on that day.

And we’re still going, most of us, anyway. And we’re still connected, some of us, anyway.

Grateful for that feeling, for those people, my tribe, everyday.

All of us with that common mark of Flag Day, Graduation Day, 1985.

Summer Season

Summer is just upon us and the kids are out of school. Last season we set up a tent in the back yard for a handful of backyard camp-outs. The plan is the same for this summer; maybe a few more nights even.

And as the kids have gotten bigger, it was time to upgrade the tent size too. And outfit the crew with full size sleeping bags. And bedrolls as well.

We are geared up now and good to go. Bring on the outdoor night sounds; bring on the breeze against the nylon walls; bring on the middle of night staring at the tent ceiling, when I wake up and consider how blessed I am to have these three kids in my life, to be their dad, to have this time, our time.

The pace changes a little for a couple months, the tempo and timing shifts, joy and a little freedom on the rise.

It’s summer season, it’s Tent Time, it’s OUR Time. Soak it up. GOOD.

ISO Simple

ISO simple, say what you do, do what you say.

Not so simple all the time. Not so simple when everyone’s not on board.

“Whatever…”, or worse. Slippery slope to no so simple. Slippery slope to non-compliant; on paper, but then, can you recover, adjust, improve.

That’s the point, right? Improve. IMPROVE.

Say what you do, then do what you say.

ISO simple.

GOOD.

Crackle

Radio sounds, waft through the house, from the front, from the back, same channel, crackle into the air.

Local jazz station, my radios don’t tune in so well. But I love it anyway. And I could stream digital but, would rather not. The crackle, something about it, from the past, like the music, reminding me of earlier times, maybe times with my dad.

Miss him, miss those times, feelings, the music helps, the crackle helps. Settling into now, content with now, the music helps, the crackle helps.

Memorials

Remembering what we can, what we should, this annual holiday. How much do we recall, recollect?

Perhaps it’s more than remembering those we have served, tho’ that tops the list — maybe it’s also remembering what has been, those in our lives now gone, a more personal, maybe general memorial too.

Those that have given the full measure, it’s their day; it serves us well to remember those who’ve perished in service to our country, our ideals, hopefully not in vain, the pain, their loved ones felt, feel.

Hopefully not in vain do any of us feel the pain of lose, permanent severance, from those we’ve loved; hopefully not permanent, hopefully the memorials help, heal.

Snippets of GOOD

From an old friend, this quote, recently shared. I think it stands pretty well on its own. Enjoy. I did. Do.

“As long as we observe love for others and respect for their rights and dignity in our daily lives, then whether we are learned or unlearned, whether we believe in the Buddha or God, follow some religion or none at all, as long as we have compassion for others and conduct ourselves with restraint out of a sense of responsibility, there is no doubt we will be happy.”~ His Holiness The Dalai Lama

And the thoughts I’d woken up with that day, “What’s on my mind? Tolerance and love, patience and mercy, and just a spark of inspiration — wishing this for each of you, and the world, for the world, Happy Tuesday, peeps~”