Okay, I admit it. I've got a lot on my mind.

[fflo]

The only thing is, it's not on the surface of my mind. That is, it's not sorted out by the processors enough for me even to know what all it's about, let alone have some synaptic trails down which to chase it. Or maybe a better metaphor would be that I'm still feeling for the opening of the endless, no-exit maze of synaptic paths I sense I'm about to start dashing through, doubling back on myself and, at the same time, filming the whole thing from above for later viewing.

And reviewing.

You know, I used to wonder---I really did---why "self-conscious" means what it means, has those negative connotations, calls up uncertainty and doubt and insecurity. What the hell could make one insecure, I thought, about being aware of one's self?

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As Steve Would Say ...

[groovesinorbit]

Well [E] don't ya go [A]thinkin', and [E] thinkin', and [B] thinkin'
and [E] thinkin' so [A] much 'till you're [E] stranded be[B]hind
[E] Don't ya go [A] thinkin', and [E] thinkin', and [B] thinkin',
and [E] thinkin' so [A] much 'till you're [B] losin' your [E]mind

(with chords, even)

Re: As Steve Would Say ...

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow---I forgot about that song. Steve Who, again?

When I saw your subject line in my inbox, I was thinking of our Steve, and speculating which of his many aphorisms you might be about to remind me of. I was looking for it to be this nugget of wisdom:

"Cats'll show you their ass."

Okay, I googled & found it's Steve Forbert.

Re: As Steve Would Say ...

[groovesinorbit]

Yeah, I was going for the ambiguity of Steves. Forgot about that one. Indeed they will. Do you remember any more?