tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69529821778654559972011-04-21T15:43:03.608-07:00Quantum: The smallest physically realizable unit of something. Scribbles: Written in a scrawled or careless handC. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952982177865455997.post-15410681700857545342009-05-06T09:45:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:09:28.728-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qep-14xUX0/SgHDj4BNo6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mqgUPB6oxSM/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332758454883689378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qep-14xUX0/SgHDj4BNo6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mqgUPB6oxSM/s200/crazy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Do you fight to remain sane? Or do you fight to retain creativity? Where is the line that allows one to survive the mundane while continuing to embrace the quixotic?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Is there a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Viagra</span> for creativity that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn't</span> kill the brain cells or leave you unable to carry out the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">required</span> mundane the following morning?</div><div><br /> </div><div>On that note, researchers have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">finally</span> <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-wellbeing/features/creative-minds-the-links-between-mental-illness-and-creativity-1678929.html">figured out </a>what us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">crazies</span> with crayons always knew...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.” </em><em><em>- Jean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Debuffet</span></em></em></span></div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wouldn't</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">recommend</span> sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me."</span></em></em></div><div><em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Hunter S. Thompson</span></div></em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952982177865455997-1541068170085754534?l=quantumscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952982177865455997.post-60937118742632981862009-05-02T00:19:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:27:56.009-07:00I've lived every moment with her in that unsheltered place....<br /><br />She is mine, and I am her's. A part of me that doesnt come from me...<br /><br />Herself, yet mine... me, yet not mine.<br /><br />What was it were thinking of?<br /><br />"With no guilt, no shame, no sorrow, no pain, whatever it is we are all the same...<br /><br />Shaking it up, breaking it up, making it up... in our secret world..."<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCYXL86rdug&amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952982177865455997-6093711874263298186?l=quantumscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952982177865455997.post-33995217492984087502009-05-02T00:07:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:25:55.434-07:00I realized this morning...<br /><br />That this was truly my song to my wife...<br /><br />I was smart enough to lock her in the bathroom...<br /><br />And make her listen...<br /><br />The battlements are on fire, yet my spies run across the border to an other's land retrieving land mines hoping no bricks have been laid...<br /><br />Strangely, prophetically I wanted to sing this for her first...<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Gd0cvOHTHE&amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952982177865455997-3399521749298408750?l=quantumscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952982177865455997.post-79721727447475294362009-05-01T23:57:00.000-07:002009-05-02T00:04:55.113-07:00I posted this once before with the intention of begging her to return unto me...<br /><br />I'm a coward. She knows this. I removed the posting before I thought she had seen it...<br /><br />Knowing now she had an RSS feed, well, Am I a fool for believeing or just a believing fool?<br /><br />Regardless... it is hers...<br /><br />It's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah...<br /><br />Thanks Jeff.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pid0nCrsQxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pid0nCrsQxM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952982177865455997-7972172744747529436?l=quantumscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952982177865455997.post-41557350948618253472009-05-01T23:47:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:26:18.770-07:00God only made things... he made man, beast, tree etc...<br /><br />Man made love. Without man God would not know love...<br /><br />God would only know...<br /><br />Things...<br /><br />I like very much that I was reminded to unfuck this page on May First...<br /><br />It is a new and better beginning...<br /><br />A certain solace...<br /><br />~C. Blaine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952982177865455997-4155735094861825347?l=quantumscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952982177865455997.post-75508812436008181102009-05-01T23:45:00.000-07:002009-05-01T23:46:42.711-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVkV321rV3U&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVkV321rV3U&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952982177865455997-7550881243600818110?l=quantumscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C. Blainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626191539964052538noreply@blogger.com0