Cyberart years in the making

The other night i recycled away a scrap of paper i'd saved for about 7 years. This shows both how much of a packrat i've been and proves in some tangible ways that i've changed during said 7 years.

Before i was allowed by the State of California to operate a motor vehicle, i might have recycled paper if there happened to be a bin in a high school classroom or at home because that's what my parents did much of the time. But i wouldn't have recycled it automatically, as is now my M.O. Certainly the content of this particular scrap says something about me during high school--apparently i really wanted a license plate which read "ROCK ON" and may have adorned it with stars. I liked stars quite a bit at least! I also recall having a strong desire for at least 2 different kinds of gas motor vehicles, one starting with J, the other with C. Now i drive one that starts with P. And in addition to the gas motor i've got an electric hybrid motor with synergy drive, which i hope to one day make into a plug-in and power it with home-produced solar (or other sustainable) energy.

I am getting to these things (scanning, going through old crap) largely because of the move. Being in Portland may have healing properties, and certainly my relationship with Kirsten has brought out this good in me: i am trying to and making concrete advances toward living simply. Even when we were dating, Kirsten would lament the amount of crap i insisted on keeping. I "was using it", or it was a project i'd get to some day, or it had sentimental value, or it had real-world value, or i'll get to it some day... I always had an excuse.

Well, some day is here. Some day has been here for a while now. My Piles are diminishing and my productivity, satisfaction, and spiritual health are increasing. He must become more, i must become less. As i go from box to box and recycle unwanted items, actually read articles i've been saving for ages, and prioritize projects i now aim to complete with resolve, i can feel myself being freed from shackles i didn't even realize enslaved me. This very mundane yet very spiritual task must indeed be part of my Renaissance. I have been born and reborn and am being made new day by day. I am in gestation and i'm growing healthily despite initial apparent delays.

Here is (a scanned image of) one 7 years+ scrap:


A slice of a note Sir Dillon wrote to me along with most excellent insane art:


At the time i was very proud of this (and still am) hoping it would become incorporated with a T-shirt design or something. Now that i look at it it kind of looks like "Fighting Jocks"... Go Fighting Jacks!


I may add more as the piles diminish.