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Coffee when it's good it's really goodYou trill it and savor each sipfull as if it's a fine bordoux. Hot coffee in a cool spring morning. Grass still soggy with last night's rainfall. Wind still whippingmaybe the leftovers of last nightmaybe a precursor to a new shower. The sun darts in, then out as if there's a giant water-tower-sized "brightness" control somewhere. Even through the closed windows of the dining nook, I can hear the birdsprobably telling "fish stories" of the giant worms that were landed this morning, enabled by the soft soil of the late night rain. In here, it's quietjust the slightest occasional "tic" sound of a ceiling fan. I struggle on days like theseOn the one hand I take stock of all that my senses have drunk in this morningsmiling at all that is the aftermath of a spring thunderstorm. On the other, my mind wanders to all of the things that I would like to do todayseemingly having nothing to do with nature and everything to do with capitalismFew things hold the ideal of "fun" that are void of a dollar sign. I think, "Be thankfultake a personal inventorybreath in natureaccept the free gifts."And I dofor a whileBut then bordom sneaks in. Or is it boredom? My intellect tells me that as a creative spirit, I need the replenishing deposits of "fun"Those seemingly mindless and even juvenile activities that require all the mental fortitude of a fourth graderthose things that enable the creative part of my gray matter to sit in the chaize loungejust watching and unconsciously taking notessubliminally filing away the experiencecataloging itto reference lateras a quirky concrete case for something more meaningfulusing the mundane experience to rest the thought processand later to use it as a hook in the creative process of communication. What is that process worth to the creative spirit? Priceless, perhaps. But then, the creative spirit must deal with the constraints of capitalismand at times lack of capital. So, what will I do on this day-off? I think I've already done something. Thanks, God.



	4/23/99 9:04 AM Nature vs. Capitalism -Morgan Young Coffee when it's good it's really goodYou trill it and savor each sipfull as if it's a fine bordoux. Hot coffee in a cool spring morning. Grass still soggy with last night's rainfall. Wind still whippingmaybe the leftovers of last nightmaybe a precursor to a new shower. The sun darts in, then out as if there's a giant water-tower-sized "brightness" control somewhere. Even through the closed windows of the dining nook, I can hear the birdsprobably telling "fish stories" of the giant worms that were landed this morning, enabled by the soft soil of the late night rain. In here, it's quietjust the slightest occasional "tic" sound of a ceiling fan. I struggle on days like theseOn the one hand I take stock of all that my senses have drunk in this morningsmiling at all that is the aftermath of a spring thunderstorm. On the other, my mind wanders to all of the things that I would like to do todayseemingly having nothing to do with nature and everything to do with capitalismFew things hold the ideal of "fun" that are void of a dollar sign. I think, "Be thankfultake a personal inventorybreath in natureaccept the free gifts."And I dofor a whileBut then bordom sneaks in. Or is it boredom? My intellect tells me that as a creative spirit, I need the replenishing deposits of "fun"Those seemingly mindless and even juvenile activities that require all the mental fortitude of a fourth graderthose things that enable the creative part of my gray matter to sit in the chaize loungejust watching and unconsciously taking notessubliminally filing away the experiencecataloging itto reference lateras a quirky concrete case for something more meaningfulusing the mundane experience to rest the thought processand later to use it as a hook in the creative process of communication. What is that process worth to the creative spirit? Priceless, perhaps. But then, the creative spirit must deal with the constraints of capitalismand at times lack of capital. So, what will I do on this day-off? I think I've already done something. Thanks, God.