#1
When I am dancing I am truly content and happy and it has some sort of magical, integrating power to heal and free me. I don't think about anything, I surrender to the music, let my body control how I move and let go. Dancing is truly my most integrative form of intentional meditation. I feel realigned and energetically clean after I dance.

#2
Anyone who is close to me will always ask me where they can hear me sing next. I am a singer, write my own songs but love to sing covers. I don't like to be nailed to anyone style. I like Pheobe Snow, Luce(the american band), Joan Armatrading, Kan'nal, Life House, Storyville, Incubus, and Massive Attack which is to say too many different and varied styles to limit myself. I used to be lead singer in a rock band. I also love to support and engage in political and developmental discourse about life (thus showing up at TPM) because I learn and integrate new information, discover things via exchange. I am currently experiencing a huge disappointment in the work I do for money as I launched a new career and worked hard to get it off the ground but now it seems to be on the ground once again... I like it when my kite stays in the air... but I can feel a dissonance within myself every day I don't sing and I don't engage in meaningful discourse or exhchange of some kind. When? I keep hoping I will let go and emerge.

#3 Twelve dollars in change leftover from going dancing on Sunday night...

1. Oatmeal and banana and cherrie jam with cream

2. Never have and never will

3. Jammies have pockets, but never use them

1. I usually look like Cary Grant at times like that. CORRECTION! Sorry, meant Nick Nolte. Always get those two mixed up.

2. I got my shit together last February. "Wow," quoth I, "what a lot of shit... errrrr.... talent you got. You should share this." So... I came to TPM. Been spreading the "talent" ever since.

3. A talking giraffe, named Jerome. Everybody should have one. Donno why more people don't. Too lazy to grow them, I guess. I got the giraffe seeds from the back of a comic book. I think it was issue #11 of the Giraffeman series. You know, the one where he rescues that cat from the top of a tree, where the evil Cat-Placer-Up-A-Tree-Man had put it? And then Giraffeman finds his lair, on the 2nd storey of this grimy apatment building? And he opens the window and reaches in with his long neck, and picks up the villain's Death-Ray Pistol (TM) from the bedside table? But is surprised by a shout from behind, and it's that f*cking loudmouthed kid from down the street, who starts teasing him and pulling his tail, and so Giraffeman loses it and blows a hole through the kid? That issue.

4. In answer to your secret bonus question, the right answer is "Stab! Stab! Stab!"

Ok, what do I win? What I'd like like to win is a keg of oatmeal and banana and cherrie jam with cream. So that I can then taunt Dick.

Wow... you have opened my eyes.

I had never considered before that when Sir Robin bravely ran away with his minstrels playing and singing that he could have actually been experiencing the synchronicity of sound and movement that set him free...

all this time I just thought the guy was a chickensh#!

Sounds like you have the superhero's kit for saving the day in your pocket!

(Q) What am i doing and what do I look like when I am truly content and happy?

(A) two part question, right off the bat?? Okay, first part, what am I doing? I am sitting on my couch trying to move the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and across the living room carpet, with my mind. Second part: what do I look like when I am truly content and happy? contingent upon success with aforementioned vacuum cleaner telekinesis thing.

(Q) When will you get your SH#! together and stop wasting your talents and withholding giving the best of yourself?

(A) that's really up to the vacuum cleaner. I mean, I can do my part, I can provide encouragement and support, but at some point the vacuum cleaner has to show some initiative. I can only open the door, the vacuum cleaner has to want to walk through.

(Q) What have I got in my pocket?

(A) You know, I get asked that a lot, Synch. I was part of a lecture series at the Kumamoto Health Science University in Japan on how songs of isolated zebra finches evolve, and not surprisingly the question of what do you have in your pocket came up. At the time, I had a tungsten carbide tipped lathe/sliding ostrich whistle with a built-in UBS port, some loose change, and a shrunken head.

#1: My son says I am happiest when I am sailing. He may be right -- it's the soothing (and sometimes the exhilarating and sometimes the scary) rise and fall of the bow moving (moving forward is key) through water (my element of preference in all circumstances). When I am sailing, I experience the sense of learned skills being applied to predictable (as well as unpredictable) conditions that may vary from moment to moment but which, therefore, require being aware and alert but simultaneously at ease, in the moment.....
Of course, the same sense of aware elation and ease is true when anything else challenging seems to be going well: a good day of teaching, or writing, or painting or taking photographs. Or the ultimate challenge -- a good day, or series of days, in relationship to the people I value and love.
#2: I will apparently die before I get my sh*t together, as I am a binge achiever, rather than the more desirable "steady as she goes" compiler of kudos.
#3: what's in your pocket? The obvious answer, if it is Gollum, is a rhetorical question: " What's in his pockets, my precious?" Or, if the allusion is to Mae West, we know that you are glad to see whomever.
But I am intrigued by your apparently throwaway question, Synchronicity: what exactly is in your pocket(s)?????

Red, No... BLUE! ....aaaaaaahhhhh.....

I was born happy and I honestly don't know if ignorance is bliss or if bliss is ignorance.

What do I have in my pocket? My hand, reaching for what's in my pocket, which is--nothing. If you mean my metaphorical pocket, I carry the weight of the world--happily.

I was happiest the other day when I pulled up behind a beat-up old car and saw one of those bright yellow diamond-shaped signs wobbling in the window.

It said, "Caution: Driver singing".

I fell madly, crazily in love with that driver in that one moment. And I was happy. I think I even looked happy.

1. I haz been told I glow. I dunno wot that is.

2. I always waste my talent, because I'd prefer to do that then have others waste theirs.

3. Um, $40, but I thought we were going out to eat. Oh and some quarters for the "gud" coffee machine. I have to make sure I don't drink it after 2:00 p.m., tho, or else it keeps me up until 4:00 am

Ack!

Izzit bedtime yet?

1. Used to be getting my rocks off playing a cosmic lead on my Strat. (I don’t have any rocks but I like to say it anyway). My mouth moves with my fingers. (Guitar players are weird)

2. Now it would have to be hot grape juice, organic cigarettes and TPMC. (I am relaxed and reclined)

2.(3?) My sh&T is everywhere. ADD suits me. My dogs still like me.

3.(4?) I can’t really legally say what’s in my pocket for political reasons.

BTW,

Thanks Quinn for suggesting the posting of less serious blogs to mix up the energy.

This was very fun. I apologize for never editing myself, I spell creatively, leave words out, etc... and this is not likely to change anytime soon.

Thank you for answering the questions. I feel like I know each of you a little better and you have endeared yourselves to me. Thanks!!