Disperse the Word.

Stories are told to whom ever will listen. Whether they are through the spoken word or told through a canvas and paint, a message is passed to those who have open ears or open eyes. 

"It may be a fire. Perhaps it is just a spark. Whatever be. It might just make you start..."

Last night I was lucky enough to experience some of the most original and expressive forms of art I have been exposed to in a long time.

Old friends and new friends, and friends of friends came together and showcased their own personal stories through mediums such as rhythmic sounds, collaborative rhymes, expressive art, and written words.  People were engaged in conversation created by the many exciting activities being performed on the multiple levels of this north boulder residence. Inside, above a basement full of people, paint, and beats that inspire one to pick up a mic, was a band of three that filled the room with rhythms that moved the bodies of the many filling the room. Soon those two sounds would come together and only inspired more to join in the sessions of poetic entertainment. The exciting vibe made you move even if it wasn't your intention. The music just filled the scene. 

If the joy upstairs wasn't enough, the basement of people, paint and hip hop beats, brought a magnetic dynamic to the event. 

A light blue wall soon became the victim of a flood of expression. Artists filled the wall with paint and drawings of different shapes and colors that covered the once empty blue and created a giant conversation piece that brought strangers together to discuss their thoughts and excitement. It truly was an experience. I met some of the most interesting people in a town that I know very few. I expect to have the pleasure of attending another of these events which hopes to carry a somewhat regular schedule. My thanks to the hosts and hostesses. I imagine my next experience will be just as rewarding. To me, a guy with limited artistic ability, being able to attend such a thing, was truly amazing.

Welcome to radminds.

crazy. creative. cool.

I had a dream last night. Well maybe a few. I am not quite sure how many. I never know what they mean. I have heard that they mean what you really want to do or have done in life. That's interesting. I would never have imagined doing some of the things that have happened in my dreams, in real life. Then again, dreaming i suppose is apart of your imagination, so I guess in a way, I did do it. Perhaps I am creative. In my sleep.

Why don't I ride bikes anymore? It's cold. I used to ride bikes all the time. Just don't have the want or will to get on the bike. I guess I am not bored enough to get on the bike. It is a shame. All the bike clothes you have to put for the cold and then the countless laps I would have to ride to get a descent ride in. Riding in this city is pointless. I wish I had some hills close from outside my door. It makes the experience more enjoyable. Does riding my 74' cruiser bike to the coffee shop count?

My coffee is cold. Gross. I drink a lot of coffee now. Well maybe not a lot, but more than I used to drink. I still don't drink that much coffee. I just noticed that the protective sleeve on my coffee say,"Caution HOT Beverage!" What if I didn't put the protective sleeve on the coffee?

I want to be really good at something. Like so good that when you think of something you think of a single person. I don't feel like it is as useful to be moderately good at a lot of things. Let's take a look at this. Most people, I would say, think that it is far more beneficial to be good at many things than being superb at just one. But being good at one thing makes it a lot easier to organize your thoughts and everyone remembers the person who is great.  I want to be great. Great at that one thing. I imagine that I could be a great pianist. I am not even a good pianist in real life. I don't own a piano nor have I ever but I believe the piano is my instrument. 

Am I dreaming? Like I said, I do a lot of really cool shit in my sleep.