Personal space ritualistically


We all have our personal space as invisible auras around us. This can be as we see it. It can be experienced or thought of as consciousness, mental, emotional, sexual or whatever.

Today I had something very uncomfortable happen to me where I felt my personal space being violated. I know that different cultures have different personal spaces. I know that my personal space is there but today I experienced a disruption of it. I was checking out at a store. I noticed a young man come from behind me as my items were being scanned. He had one item. Normally, I would let a rushed person with one item pass ahead. Yet, my items were already being scanned. This young man was standing very close. Then I noticed I became confused in the sense that I could not remember my pin number for my debt card. I could not find my driver’s license to identify myself to the cashier. Then I looked over at this young man and he was very close. Before I signed my name on the computer prompt.

I told the guy to back off and that he was invading my personal space. He laughed at me. I was very serious.

Then he asked me how much. I reached out my arm as far as I could and said a little more than this. I then realized to myself , that this is in fact my own personal space. At first I did not comprehend what was happening, but after a quick association and sensitivity I then realized what was distorting my normal functions as a person within my own personal space. I went into the store with a very open personal space. I will not let that happen again. I want to let people know that to earn entrance into my personal space takes time. Maybe burning a little white sage might be the right way of ritualistically awakening the strength  of ones personal space within an environment that is based on a variable of unknown persons. Maybe eyeballing the environment  is what must be done.

Forgive me for any personal spaces I have violated unawares…

In all regards we need to respect another person’s personal space; realizing that when we find others in this life that bond with us, or let down their personal space for us in a complementary way, that it is a blessing. I do not like it any other way.

Eternally Youthful


When I dress up as a Jester, Holy Fool, or Evil Cenobite. I represent something cosmic in ether and brilliance of humor, contemplation or buffoonery!
I am the evil side of shadowy seduction as the succubus. I love it!
I become youthfully sparkled and my reflection is so.
I say to myself,
“Is that me in the mirror?”
For a short time I wandered into the world of Never-Neverland and my comrade is Peter Pan or Puck from a Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I may walk into the underworld where Pluto escorts me.
I am eternally youthfully and playful,
I love this.
If I could do this as a living and join the circus or a group of wandering bards,
I would!
Yes, I would…
But alas,
I take off my costume of creativity of cosmic proportions,
sliding  into my bed in the wee morning,
I awake to the smell of coffee and…
my mortality!!


Punk Museum with Martin Atikins. This evening was NOT on Valentines Day

Photo By Hudley Flipside

Welcome to the Music business you’re fucked!

Synchromatic antidotes of his journey reflect what I have been wondering about for some time because they are very much based on synchronicity, music and culture. Yet, this does not surprise me. My antenna is up and I am digging it!!

It is an adventure to go downtown to help at the Punk Museum at KGB Studios. This evening was on Valentine’s Day and I was thrilled to listen to Martin Atikins speak about his life. Considered for his post-punk drumming experience with Public Image he has a lot more experiences to inform us on. His concepts and theories about punk rock are quite amusing and intellectually satisfying. His gentle ways mixed with the word “Fuck” are nice touches amongst his many stories. If you happen to take his picture, he has his stanch down hard, which is bent over with an upturned glare.

one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it. 

This is the look of confrontation and knowing which reveals a lot about his character and reflects what the hell he is all about. I did not feel any pretentious qualities in his presence. He was easy, accessible and most likely a very excellent teacher. It inspires me to meet up with such a man as he, one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it.  People talk about 2012 being the end of the world; instead I feel it is a time where many will go back to more Intimate relationships and basic communications. Tonight is an example of this and I was glad to be part of it.


Fear Issue # 16

Flipside # 16

This is the first issue I worked on. This is called the “fear” issue. The cover was put together by Al Flipside and myself and also initiated my place as a staph writer for the fanzine.

This is the first issue I worked on. This is called the “fear” issue. The cover was put together by Al Flipside and myself and also initiated my place as a staph writer for the fanzine.

Flipside # 16

Be More than a Witness…”do it yourself”

Learning while doing  is the process of achieving some strange goal. That is what I am going to start covering in my BLOG… and other stuff too… I am going back to the basics…quality over quantity…

JF 001

OK here I go to yak, yak, yak.. and I like to… I just started this and here I go..  When I started working on Flipside Fanzine in the late 1970s the term “Be More Than A Witness” was a very serious motivation behind the scene of a fanzine. Yes there was the ideas of anarchy but what I feel really highlights this period of  punk, what really was happening.., was something very productive not destructive. There of course were the fanzines, but most importantly there were the record labels, and  the fans who were all supporting the bands. We all had a close symbolic relationship. Even to this day some 30 years later there is a strange kind of knowing bond between us. If anything has survived besides the music from that early punk period it is this. Getting involved in doing something. Now you can have your podcast, A Punk Rock Museum, play your music at the local pub, or maybe sell your art at the local community store. This is all going on now and lots of it. I know about DIY.

“do it yourself”