Lot of speculation about the end of the world this morning, lot of chit chat about 2012, lot of squawking and squealing, morbid interest in the end of civilization, well my friends and sea anenomies, let me tell ya this, civilization will never actually end, because we don't really have any in the first place. Oh yeah we have cultures various historical forces that shape them, memes and constructs, but as far as civilization goes, i agree with Ghandi, it seems like a good idea.
Anyways i think the professor summed it up when he said, it's the end of time that really counts as the end stage in this construct of cilvilization, once time ends, we are free from it's constraint.

Ohh its gearing up to be another hot day, clear sky, blue hammock swinging day. I'm listening to Equatorial Stars Fripp and Eno, ohh it's really quite beautiful, like a sculpture of sound, i think they have captured the kind of music astronaut's will listen to as they travel through space in the future.
Cleaned up Mission Control and then went for a twilight surf, perfect waves this evening, absolutely gorgeous. As we headed into town Leary and I were met by a blonde surfie chick who proceeded to confess her sins to us, ice and crack addict, abusive relationships, tragic death of a child, breakdown and a long stint in some big psych ward, rehabilitation and now she's in love with a life guard and was stalking him, but met us and was wondering if we wanted to drink some bourbon with her. I decline but ask her if she was in the Betty Ford Clinic, 'I've heard lots of good things about that one.'
Leary gets straight to the point, 'No thanks, alcohol's not my drug of choice, you're still stuck on the dumb drugs.'
Anyways we finish up and she babbles on about some other stuff and we begin to make our excuses and leave, there's a lot of crazy girls around, they all seem to be attracted to the Prof and me. Must be his green hair.
In the evening i succumb to a terrible primal testosterone urge to buy pizza, however my neighbour delays me by 3 hours in a conversation about religion, drugs and photography.
I manage to get 3 terrible large pizzas and eat two slices before putting the rest in the fridge, ohh impulsion, sometimes you lead me astray. I have spent a while working on impultion, it's part of initiation, and it's possibly the part that drives people nuts, because for a while it's necessary to follow impulsion to an extreme, it's all part of the surrendering process and letting go, once again the secret is knowing when to stop, when to limit the impulse and how to master it. One can't master anything without being enslaved by it first.
I have a long history of poor impulse control, it has led me down strange roads and laneways, tangents that perhaps i need not have traversed, however once i understood the process i was able to rectify them. Now they just pop up in strange oddities, like pizza once in a blue moon.
If you are perplexed by your own impulses and desires, read The Dice Man by Luke Reinhardt ad then apply it to your life for a one month period. Be sincere or suffer the consequence of mediocrity.