An I For An Island-My Passion = Anger + Love

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I'm in my own world--but it's ok--they know me here

My definition of Magical Thinking, or MT-ness, is when we can manufacture experiences in our mind, and then later, attract these situations into our life. The mind IS, after all, what the brain DOES. Put simply, you attract into your life whatever you consistently think about. I always go back to the importance of being Ernest (Hemingway):

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best --make it all up --but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way

My definition of Thinking is when your mind is separate from your body: Some call it dreaming. I call it using your imagination. It is the preview of life's coming attractions. That's when you can leap long distances, go forward and backward in time, walk through solid brick walls and never age.

My Passion = Anger + Love

I live in my own world, but it's ok-they know me here.

Living on both West and East Coasts-- Manhattan can make you hard, and I always have had an unreasonable fear of offending The New York Mafia. California can make you soft, and I was a card carry member of the lactose intolerant fruit-juice-sandal-wearing vegan brigades, complete with a daily ritual of Starbucks, yoga, and the belief that meat was Mc Murder.

White Angry Software

Blogging is literature in a hurry, a form of digital narcissism.

The harder I work, the luckier I get, and the longer I live, the better my past gets, and the smarter my parents get.

Love and Anger are different expressions of the same Masculine force. I had been angry for a long time about not having "enough" money to travel around the world like the richer and more famous, and somehow, after mini epiphanies and an extreme amount of luck turned that love of travel into a passion with DIRECT experiences, and writing about them here at Hotel @nyware. It's My life According To The Eagles Lyrics...

"You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!" A reminder that it only ends once---everything else is just progress

From Hotel @nyware to Hotel California.

It's been voted "One of The Greatest Songs of All Time", synonymous with 1977, my high school soundtrack and visual vocabulary, I immediately can access the album cover to the Eagles tour de force, while here in TX.(Oct 2012).

My blog is literature in a hurry--It spins stories of me sailing the globe, as I get trapped in the golden hand cuffs of living and working on luxury cruise ships (Hotel @nyware). For the most part, it appears inviting and tempting. I hint on the in it all.

Welcome to the hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the hotel California. Any time of year, you can find it here.

As I pick up the pieces of my own idio(t)syncratic mathematical dust, and connect the dots, I have an emotional calculus that finally adds up: 1+1= infinity.

After all, it is not where you go, but who you go with-

"Never go on trips with people you do not love" Hemingway.