Sometime during the beginning of March (when i originally started this piece), i got kicked in the ass—by my Father, with words. I’m not a degenerate. I’m no lackey. I’m not a youngin (relative, of course) who needs (or likes to) be told what i should or should not to do. My friends and family all know that. However, pep talks and sermons from a parental are what i need at times—even when i dislike believing i do. All that know me, know that i don’t like direction, or really “need” it from others. Regardless of my path to get to the status and place where i stand—multiple precipices…
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During my continual galavanting across the Interwebs in search of cool shit, i’ve yet to come across a WordPress theme (or plugin!) that is both aesthetically conducive and appealing to a particular lot (such as Manifest), as well as possessing functionality of traditional standalone software that could be used by writers, editors, or librarians; basically those of the educational-minded ilk. Even before gestation and birth, i’ve dubbed it Scholar. I’m thinking that Scholar should be both a standalone plugin (secondary goal) and a theme. The former is the most important aspect—basis is to use it to house all annotations from readings, books, magazines, journals, etc. Over the years…
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There is an awakened consciousness allowed to holler from the rooftops when we engage in the practice of stream-of-consciousness writing. Our most uncelebrated thoughts are given a parade; we hand them the keys to the city; we rename City Hall after them. To jettison the guards and trappings of calculated thought by putting pen to paper, scribbling down anything that comes to mind—for four straight minutes—is to enhance the understanding of self. No inhibitions. It’s a toxic non-toxic beverage. It’s a physical manifestation of unconscious thoughts. Albeit, some may not want to unlock that dungeon, others will look forward with giddy excitement at unchaining that garden fence. It…
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