It's time to stalk mannequins!

If there's one thing I've gotten from my Burning Man decompression experience this year, it's that it's time to stalk mannequins.

One night recently I was waiting for a friend at Whole Foods. I noticed the displays across the street were visually pretty interesting, so I pulled out my camera and started panning around. That's when I noticed the firmly erect nipple of one of the mannequins on display. The entire montage of me creepily hiding in the dark across the street to take secret pervy pictures of a non-victim was too fantastic to resist. I immediately formed the intention to develop a new disturbing habit of stalking mannequins throughout Austin (and why stop there?) Once I get my car fully legal again to assist with the inevitable (and likely highly amusing) interaction with curious police hard at work protecting the harrassment-free work environment of the local plastic undead, I'll be ready to get started. I'm tempted to get a party together and make it into a theater experience, but I think to begin with it's more authentically creepy to do it alone.

You can bet the pictures will be on Flickr. Oh yes they will.

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He's a cutie pie!

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Dream Journal : Enemy Mine

So I just had this trippy dream, almost certainly to avoid going back to my martial arts class, which I haven't been to for months but was intending to return to tonight. The recurring theme was that my nemesis was consistantly getting away because I was somehow granting him the power to do so. He kept morphing forms and I kept chasing him. Every time I thought I'd got him, he somehow escaped by using my own powers against me. And I was pretty powerful. I was deflecting ion beams big enough to roast a small city with my bare hands, chasing advanced spacecraft into the stratosphere, and consistantly changing shapes myself to keep up with Mr. Enemy. At the end he'd turned into my favorite dearly departed rabbit, Shadow, and all the guns I could barely motivate myself to use to kill him were out of ammo, including the tiny little toy one I had in my hand. I considered throwing him off a cliff in that form, but realized he'd just find another way to escape. I was looking for some '357 ammo when I woke up.

Other than dealing with the various forms he'd turn into (innocent bystanders, my rabbit, etc.) there wasn't a lot of emotional content to the dream. I wasn't frustated or triumphant or anything in the process, yet I knew what I was doing was important.

This is very interesting coming on the heels of finishing Radical Honesty by Brad Blanton, lent to me by Katia. I'm a self-help and psychology junkie, and it's definitely one of the best books I've ever read. The point from the book the dream is illustrating is that whenever we seem to be struggling to get ourselves to do something, in this case, go to my martial arts class, the struggle is always an illusion generated by our ego. If we really wanted to go, we'd just go, but instead we create the illusion of struggle to make it *seem* like we're trying when really we're not, thereby creating and empowering our own enemy, who doesn't really exist.