A Cool Change…

Thirty Days In The Hole

I have had one goal above all others; to live an aesthetic life, as a continuing work of performance art, in constant movement, and in deliberate contrast to normal.   Beginning April 20th, partly inspired by my friend Robert Sommers, partly inspired by an increasing desire to just check out for a while, I will unplug from the world of electronic media, entertainment, information, and devices for 30 days; April 20th – May 20th

This is a self-imposed experiment, and an attempt to further explore a modern frontier life.  Living life without these technologies, I reckon, will surely be frontier, and one that few people in this era would dare step into.  I can hear it now:

“Oooooooo, no interntet…, OMG, how will you survive…?”

On the rotting carcass of my Blackberry, and on jerky made from freshly skinned phone chargers and ear-buds I will steel from your children in the night.

During this period I will not use the internet, texting, Facebook, or email as a means of communicating.   I will not use my computer, Television, radio, or my i-Pod as forms of entertainment.  I will use my telephone, only that I stay connected with my daughter, my loved ones, and my business.

I will begin reading books again, rather than listening to them, beginning with Mr. Sunset; The Jeff Hakman Story which has been on my bedside table for almost a year.  Beyond that, it will likely be books on cultural evolution, religious evolution, and philosophy.  For thirty days my den will be the fire pit in my backyard.  I will leave it to others to enjoy all those murder shows like Bones, CSI, Criminal Minds, NCIS, and how they influence the very way we perceive and accept murder.

I will write with a pen and paper only, and this may prove to be my largest challenge.  My ability to form thoughts, though often keen and sometimes unique, is not linear.  That I write intelligently at all is largely the product of the modern word processor, and its ability help me organize my chaotic thoughts as they collide in my head during the battle my mind wages on itself each day.  Still, I will take notes of my life on legal pads, write what strikes me when it strikes me, probably in bullet-point form, to be re-formed and re-worked later as I am able.

I will remember music in my head only, and I’m okay with that – I’m getting sick of music anyway.  Three chords and the truth can only do so much to help offset 500 channels and a pack of lies.

I will avoid all print media; newspapers, magazines, and periodicals.  I’m sick of the lying and the finger pointing anyway, which has woven itself throughout the political and social spectrum, and I am sick to death of the information media and the lack of decorum, reason, and mindfulness which all mainstream media sources lack.

I will take the weather as it comes, without the benefit of a forecast.  If I get caught without an umbrella, surely I will survive.  I will wait for a friend, client or neighbor to tell me of the next war, natural disaster, or assassination.  If there is a piece of space-junk headed my way, I’ll duck.  I will live dumb-happy with the knowledge that the only knowledge I have for 30 days will be knowledge of the moment.

Though I may write about this experiment in a future column for this blog, my primary reason for this experiment is simply that I wish to explore a frontier, and we seem to be running out of frontiers.  I want to walk into a place where others are afraid to walk, and where I’m not sure what I will find.  I want to spend a prolonged amount of time testing the limits of my adaptability and my resourcefulness in a strange environment, and come out on the other side with a heightened perspective on where I have been, and I where I can go.

Most every inch of this Earth (oceans notwithstanding) has been touched, every mountain has been climbed, and every big wave break has been surfed.  The rivers have all been run, the sky is no longer the limit, there are cars which go faster than jets, and the frontiers which remain are more likely internal – this one is going to be mine.

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I may be back posting new columns by the end of May, and truly, I may not be.  Thank you very much for supporting me in this experiment.  Be well.  rc

Oh, and I bring your THREE tasty morsals this month — to hold you over.  Respetively, the BellRays, Iggy Pop, And The Little River Band.  Where else would you find them all on the same stage….?  Enjoy…

Ushering In A Moment…

Conversation Part I

A conversation ensued recently between a friend and me, prior to us getting underway for a short but fast 20-mile bike ride.  My friend, in her late 50’s, explained to me how years ago, the sound her golf club made as it lowered to and struck her golf ball, took her to a different place.  That sound; the swish and the subsequent strike of the ball, put her in a state of, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  Golf was where she found timelessness.

A Short, Relevant Story

Eventually my friend would give up golf in favor of raising of her daughter, and developing her career.  Her daughter would grow up, go off to college, and settle in another town.  My friend’s career became so successful that it would come to run on auto-pilot.  Soon my friend had a void in her life, and chose to fill that void by being active once again.

Rather than return to golf, my friend took up triathlons.  Soon she was swimming, riding a bike, and running, in a competitive set.  She took to triathlons well and has competed as far away as Australia.  When she’s not placing well in her age group, she’s winning it.

The Conversation Part II

As we got on our bikes, my friend explained to me that she has a new sound now; the click.

Clipping in as us cyclists call it, is the act of fitting a connection on the sole of a cyclist’s shoe into an awaiting connection on the pedal of the bike, for more efficiency in pedaling.  The act of clipping in is accompanied by a clicking sound.  That click is what now puts my friend in that state of, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  A simple sound, acting as a signal that inner peace is about to commence.

After the clip, and as the ride begins, she will develop a rhythm with her legs, start a cadence play in her head, and her mind and her body will become supremely correlated.  So long as her mind and body are thus tethered, her essence will exist independent of the world around her – dictators, natural disasters, mass shootings, and budget defecates give way to the sounds of her gears, her heart, the wind, and her most essential thoughts.

One Woman’s Click, Is Another Man’s Clank

I remember precisely when and where I was the first time I heard an iron weight clank against another iron weight.  I was at the District #3 Police Station in Denver, Colorado – I was 12 years old.  Officer Ray Bingham had put the iron on the bar for me, explained to me how to lift the weight, encouraged me to do it with purpose, and I have never looked back.

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For me, when the second weight clanks against the first weight, as I load up the steel bar for my first movement in the workout, that clanking sound sends a signal to my head that I am about to enter a timeless state.  At that moment, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  With the sound of a simple clank, little else matters but the impending lift, the feel, the connection created between my mind and my body, and the barrier that the act of lifting weights creates between me and all that is not right with the world.

Babies die. Wars rage on.  Bankers corrupt. Congressmen cheat.  Crybaby millionaire athletes refuse to play the very sport that made them millionaires.  But when I hear that clank, my fingers wrap around that cold metal bar, the flow of my blood is redirected to the burning muscles in need, and I’m in absolute control of the weight as I raise and lower it, little else matters.  It’s why I keep going back for more, day after day, year after year.

Your Sound – Your Song

I have high expectations of myself, and almost none of anyone else.  I try hard not to impose my values and my beliefs on others.  Occasionally I might share something which, in my life, has helped me better deal with the chaotic world around me, even if it can’t help me understand or change it.

An instant sound that prefaces a timeless state is like fast acting medicine.  To be injected into a moment by a connection made between one’s own flesh and brain is near holy.  It’s a feeling of not just being, but of being alive.  This kind of exhilaration in an otherwise stifling world is as cleansing as a prayer.   That, is an ideal I wish to impose upon everyone – and it always begins with a sound.

So for those who wish to comment this week, I am curious; what sound precedes your timeless state, and what does your daily action consist of…?  Be well.  rc

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The Sounds Of A Timeless State…

A tease for my upcoming column on Exercise And Timelessness.  Please check back next week for the completed column. 

And a reminder; next week’s column will be my last post until after May 20th.  Between April 20th and May 20th, I will be exploring a month without digital information and digital entertainment.  During that month I will be available by telephone only, and only to those who need me. 

In the meantime, here is an excerpt from next week’s column:

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Conversation Part I

A conversation ensued recently between a friend and me, prior to us getting underway for a short but fast 20-mile bike ride.  My friend, in her late 50’s, told me of how years ago, the sound her golf club made as it lowered to, and struck her golf ball, took her to a different place.  That sound, the swish and the subsequent strike of the ball, put her in a state of, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  Golf was where she found timelessness.

The Conversation Part II

As we got on our bikes, my friend explained to me that she has a new sound now; the click.

 “Clipping in” as cyclists call it, is the act of fitting a connection on the sole of a cyclist’s shoe, into an awaiting connection on the pedal of the bike, for more efficiency in pedaling.  The act of clipping in is accompanied by a clicking sound.  That click, is what now puts my friend in that state of, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  A simple sound, acting as a signal that inner peace is about to commence. 

After the clip and as the ride begins, she will develop a rhythm with her legs, let a cadence play in her head, and her mind and her body will become supremely correlated.  So long as her mind and body are so well tethered, her essence will exist independent of the world around her.

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Please check back next week for my completed column.  Oh, and there’s this from Rod Stewart.  Simply amazing.  Enjoy…