I just took out the trash.. did you ever do that before anyone else on the street? It's eeri, you can't help thinking that either you're too late, or it's the wrong day. To add to the fear, the genuine disobedient fear that we'll be stuck with this weeks trash for another 7 days, there were recycling bins out. Empty recycling bins. But I didn't hear the recycling truck and it's louder than the garbage truck. Oh no, oh no, this can't be happening. This reminds me that I used to play the saxaphone in high-school and one year I can't remember if I cleaned the mouth piece at the beginning of the semester.. EEEE. oh shit and I forgot to wash my hands after taking out the trash and  ...

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Oh no the garbage truck still hasn't come, hopefully if they did this side of the street already they'll pity us on their second pass or some mischievous skunk or badger will drag it to the neighbours and I won't have to worry about it anymore. Sounds harsh but there isn't a week that goes by that recycling doesn't fly all over the street, cause it's windy and recycling boxes are full of well, boxes, the bins are shallow, and everyone on the street hates us. Now that I think about it there was definitely one semester where I didn't wash it till the third day, what an awful--gut wrenching thought, if you saw some of the people I went to highschool with... urrgh what if one year the other person using my allocated saxaphone (two people per sax, two mouth pieces per sax) didn't stick to their mouthpiece!!.. sometimes they were the same colour and the threatening notes I left inside mine between uses were discovered sloppy and.. NO. I mustn't lose focus. I don't think I can physically bring the trash back into the garage, trash goes out, not in. It's like some vain attempt to reverse chaos theory--bringing the trash in. The neighbour's a retired teacher you'd think he would have put the trash out already it's more than an hour passed when you're supposed to and Oh no i think he did, I think I saw it out last night,  and it's not now.I HEAR IT!!!.. i hear it, but where. I have a great sense of smell and above average but not as good hearing... I wish it was the reverse on garbage day i really do. I need a car, if i had a car i could drive it down to the lake and no one would see. at least until later that day cause i feel like it would float. but no one would know who did it or investigate, the water here's toxic no one would risk it.

I've been wanting to start a poop site for a while now, but never got around to it. Turns out a like minded individual Dave Praeger already started one back in 2000 and it's a wonderful place spend an afternoon...

There's pooetry:

Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I farted, weak and weary,
Trying to fill a pot with shit;
Suddenly there came a snapping
As of someone loudly crapping,
Crapping on my kitchen floor. "Ah, 'tis some visitor," I muttered;

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Funny stories:

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So I ran to the john ready to birth a brown-headed stepchild.

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and Quests:

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I'm going to do it. I will travel over mountains, lakes, oceans, and rivers, pooping where no man or woman has pooped before.

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Thought I'd upload a sketch I did a while ago, I was learning how to draw a dog.. this is the closest I got.

On my way to the post box this morning--instead of each house here having a mailbox with that little flag at the end of your driveway every street has a big box with compartments.. like in an apartment building, anyway on my way I walked passed these two old men having a conversation, all seemed normal. On my way back one of the old men went inside his house and the other looked stranded and confused.. he started walking diagnally across the street but he was doing it in this slanty kind of a way like he was trying to look around an imaginary corner while crossing the street diagnally and in addition he was headed right for where I was headed. I knew that if we both maintained our current paths and speed we would walk right into eachother (he would have slantily of course), I'm getting ahead of myself but I suspect that he for some reason wanted to walk into me. Seeing that I was about to walk into this strange slanted old man with scattered witnesses watering their cars and cleaning their gardens I started to slow down, but he was going so slow it was impossible, I started back at my normal speed and he saw but he kept moving. To avert a disaster I had to go way into the middle of the street navigating past him, as I was overtaking him I turned and greeted him, and he gave me a tired bitter look as though he was upset that he hadn't blocked my way, then greeted me back. At least I think he did at least, all he said was 'Morning', so he could have been trying to inform me of the time or day, or even been in the process of launching into a long story as I walked away. The issue I have is that once he was on the other side he stopped and there wasn't anything to stop for where he stopped. I didn't look back again when I turned the corner but I do suspect he's still standing there at the curb.

Mihaly Csikszentimihalyi speaks at TED about flow and how the relationship between your skill level and the challenge of an activity affects your state of mind. I put a few screen caps of the presentation below.

As a person myself who can spend months at a time immersed in that flow state and someone that's completely dependent on it to be productive. It's never been explained to me so clearly where I go when lose focus and looking at his breakdown of what it feels like to be in flow its easy to see what parts break down that cause me to jolt back to reality.

Completely involved in what we are doing - focused, concentrated.

A sense of ecstasy—of being outside everyday reality.

Great inner clarity—knowing what needs to be done, and how well we are doing.

Knowing that the activity is doable—that our skills are adequate to the task.

A sense of serenity—no worries about oneself, and a feeling of growing beyond the boundaries of the ego.

Timelessness—thoroughly focused on the present, hours seem to pass by in minutes.

Intrinsic motivation—whatever produces flow becomes its own reward.