Séamus Anthony - words and music

Sometimes I just like to put my fingers to the keyboard and just start tapping out words, in fact that’s what I am doing now. The interesting thing is that although I have started this with absolutely no idea what it is I am going to write, I can be sure that if I write, I will write something.

Of course whether that something is any good is entirely dependable. For example, if a good idea doesn’t come to me soon, I’m bound to get bored, wander off , make a cup of tea, or (heaven forbid) actually start work for the day. So are you for that matter.

On the other hand should some fantastic idea come sliding out of my fingers and all over the screen, then we are in business.

Doesn’t seem to be happening…

But then “what you focus on expands in your life*”, right?

Let’s try focusing on a brilliant idea. Then maybe I’ll get one.

MMMMOOOOOmmm…. brilliant iiiidea brilliant ideaaaaa, ommmmm, brilliant ideaaa, brilliant ideaaa,

MMMmMMMM COME ON Brilliant ideaaaa, I dont have all day for Pete’s sake, MMMMOOOOmmmm brilliaaaant ideaaa, MY BOSS IS GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD Brilliant brilliant idea OOOOmmmmm Brillia-

Ah stuff it. Enjoy your day. I’m going surfing … CBD style …

*Wayne Dyer, I believe. BTW, I have been reading his new book “Change Your Thinking, Change Your Life”, which, although suffering from a terrible (boring) title and a freakin’ cheesy-as-cheddar cover, is actually a really good (not quite excellent, but hey, better than you and I will probably ever write) modern interpretation/analysis of the Tao Te Ching. Recommended for those who find the old Classic of the Way and it’s Virtue a bit impenetrable.

Yes indeed have been a little quiet on the writing front lately due to busyness, the baby is two weeks away, the new position at work is highly demanding, and we moved house, or rather we opened a city-branch so now we have twice the house work to do!

Anyway, I am doing an online course called “TeachingSells” that has me uber uber inspired to get busy online again so stay tuned for that, oh millions of readers, and also I have a CD in the bag (or rather a collection-of-tunes-you-choose-your-preferred-format) so after the bubs is out and about I’ll get on to releasing that.

Ah, Life, she is a joy.

… and survived!

I came into work pretty early and had first a tea (with milk) and then a coffee (with milk). The tea tasted fine, and the coffee just tasted like a too-strong hastily made coffee with no sugar in it (I prefer sugar but try to resist, usually without success).

Then everybody else arrived and a general squawking went up about the milk being well-off. Somebody rushed off to get some more while I tried to tell if if my belly felt in any way worse than usual, and if I was going to have one of those days.

But no belly ache, no hospitalisation, still alive.

So there you go, from now on I am going to taste the milk rather than just look at the due date.

I mean I would smell it, but if you smell perfectly good milk in a container that’s been open for a day or three it always smells off. This is because the milk around the top of the container is actually off, or at least pretty rank smelling when held directly under the nostril.

The way around this is to pour a sample into a clean glass and smell that.

But it is obviously quicker and easier just too have a quick swig from the carton.

I’m sticking with that.

If the economy was based on letters instead of numbers then I’d surely be a rich man by now; I’d have spent the last fifteen years happily playing the market and stockpiling the little blighters.

I love letters so much more than numbers and here’s why:

Numbers are cold and meaningless. If you add some numbers together all you get is more numbers.

But if you add some letters together (in the right combination) you get words and words have inherent meaning.

And discovering Meaning is the purpose of Life.

P.S. We are back from Europe now, safe and sound and I am keen as a teen to get on the good foot and get busy … so yippee for stuff!

Well, after a huge car crash on the way to the airport in melbourne that left car of the idiot driver whose fault the crash was written off and our truck pretty bashed up itself although thankfully nobody hurt which was amazing and then a few days in Kaula Lumpar which was cool and then a very scary hairy bumpy flight over to Europe via India and dodgy places like afghanistan and little former Russian countries Id never heard of …

…we are well and good here in very sunny until today Paris, checking out ridiculous amounts of tourists as they check out amazing monuments, sipping ultra expensive coffee in cafes and feeling very chick however you spell that and generally enjoying some no brainer time.

best moment so far is a toss up between the eiffel tower, which i was surprisingly impressed by even though i usually dont care about monuments, and maybe being in MontMart because i recognised it from the film Amilie or probably the view from the modern art gallery the name i forget (not the Louvre) or standing up really close to some awseome famous paintings by Picasso and the like.

or maybe it was just going into a Boulanger (sp?) and asking for a baggette in French like Id been doing it all my life

But probably it is the smile on my girls face as she is so happy to be back home where she is from … we could definitely live here, its much nicer than i expected. just need to figure out that money thing, its a bit on the ouch side ok maybe after the bestselling hit book!

Mon France et ne pas increyable but I am getting better very quickly. I can honestly say that je parle a petite petite petite pu France although no doubt I cant spell it or pronounce all i know properly. actually mon France et epouvontable, lets be honest!

Lumpy Koala, Malaysia, is actually a lot more down and dirty fun than I expected kind of a smaller Bangkok. Wicked thunderstorm today and eating in small roadside wok-joints and endless shopping malls.

Nice to actually be here too after the huge crash we had on route to the airport. Yes a HUGE car crash (L’s Dad was driving but not his fault, not by a long shot). Nobody hurt but the truck dented up pretty bad and the girl’s car TOTALLED. I felt sorry for her even though she f***ed up royally. Amazingly, we powered on and made the flight.

I honestly thought I was going to die right there and then for about .3 of a second.

anyway all good onward and upward eh what?!

bye now, off to France on Saturday. Ha!

Housesitter is in place, tickets in pocket, Europe here we come!

My strategy to solve the world drug problem will have to wait; I am writing it up, got to 6000+ words but I still have about 4000 to go I reckon.

More on that later … but for now I need to go re-re-re-re-check my packing. We leave at midnight tonight!

I am currently building a simple website that will show the world a healthy way to get mind-blowingly high for free.

Those that follow my instructions will never need drugs again yet will be able to get as high as kite any time they want.

I will upload it all in a day or two so come back and check for that.

You can subscribe to this blog of course, the buttons are down to the right (if you need them).

Meanwhile here is some timely writing advice that I just came across.

My girlfriend and I were huddling around the fire today trying to defrost and otherwise contemplating her swollen belly (baby not gas) and discussing our impending trip to France, Ireland and London (we leave Wednesday) when I asked if her sister in Paris has the ‘net.

“yes, why?”

“Oh you know, so I can check my emails and. you know, … blog … a little.”

“Are you still doing that?”

“Err, yes … I like writing you know …”

“Ok, but I hope that’s not all you want to do on holiday.”

“Of course not darling … ”

She has no idea why I blog, and I was just sitting here thinking about it and I realised that I have been very vague about why I have started this, my fourth blog.

Mind you, not that it matters because nobody much is reading it yet but anyway…

The reason I am writing this blog is because I am freshly starting out (again) on my great adventure to fulfill my life’s purpose. I have recently defined and refined my Life Purpose (I described it all in this article and this article for LivingNow magazine).

If you were to go and read these articles, you would see that I was extremely circumspect about exactly what business i am in. That was because I had just written the article in a big hurry (the editor perversely likes them better that way) and I didn’t want to say something and then change my mind or radically refine my call. But anyway that was a month or two ago now and I am pretty certain that my decision has stuck and will continue to do so. The business I am in (as distinct from my life purpose) is Media Publishing. Not just writing. Not just music. Not just meditation and Zen/Tao stuff. Not just running LivingNow’s website and otherwise doing LivingNow stuff. The business I am in is Media Publishing.

Everything I do revolves around this, and if I feel that I am straying I just need to ask myself is what I am doing about “Media Publishing” and if the answer is yes then I am cool, if it is no I have to draw the line and get back on track.

So that makes running a blog pretty cool.

And now it is time to sell something. I was just sitting here typing all this nazel gazing crap out and I realised I really need to start selling stuff.

But I am going on holiday for five weeks. Bugger.

Ok, so here’s what I am going to do. I have just finished a seven track “collection of songs” (can’t just say CD anymore dammit) and I have a two track project in the mail too. And I am about to start releasing written products for sale. But all of this is going to have to wait until I get back from Europe. So meanwhile…

I am going to do a little marketing exercise. I am going to write and upload to the web one very useful piece of writing. A gift to the world. And I am going to email it everyone I know and otherwise give it a little nudge before I leave and then see if it spreads over the internet and to what extent while I am gone.

Surely if I can come up with one really useful info-gift to the world it will get some eyeballs. Or not? Let’s find out. I can’t lose really, if it does well, then I can get back from my holiday and start selling stuff leveraging off the momentum the ‘gift’ has provided me, if it doesn’t spread, then I can re-package it and acticely sell it in a more pro-active manner.

Ok, I’ll be right back, gotta go write this thang…

Meanwhile
go listen to my tunes here

Do you ever get to that point where you know you should just go home?

Where you have been staring at your bloody computer screen for so long that your eyes feel like they are going to fall out of your skull?

That point where there is nothing new left in your RSS reader?

Where even though there are still fifty seven billion things to do on your to do list, you know there’s no way you are going to do that shit now?

That point where you really want to go but you’ve become such a friggin’ couch potato office zucchini that your brain and body only connect via the nerves that control the muscles that are needed to use a computer?

Where you feel like it would be good to kill some time by writing something funny on your blog but nothing funny will come out?

Where the only vaguely humourous story you have to tell is about how the guy in front of you said “lunch” when he meant to say something serious about work because he was really not thinking about serious work stuff at all but rather, lunch, but then when you write that it just seems sad because you know that you’ve just been at work all day instead of being an astronaut or something.

When you are going to dinner and if you don’t leave right now and stop buggering around on the internet waffling meaningless noise to a world that isn’t listening anyway then you’re gonna be late for INDIAN (…. mmmm ….. INDIAN….).

Bye.

Oh by the way this guy who is a cool musician if I ever heard one, has just finished producing a couple of songs that he recorded me bashing out at our mutual friend Spindickle’s house last year and they are in the post so hopefully I get them before I leave for Europe on Wednesday…

Oh my god … I am leaving for Europe on Wednesday. Last time I did that I ended up stuck in Japan with a mad six and a half foot scottish ex-champion heavyweight boxer called Brian Lynch with nothing to wear but a borrowed suit jacket, an old pair of Thai fishing pants and Jesus sandals, busking for beer money and getting thrown out of faux-Irish pubs for being too loud and rowdy (go figure) … anyway that’s another story …

Listen to my tunes here ah, go on ya mug, give it whirl …