Thanks to the wonderful serendipity offered on a regular basis by the Internet, I recently found an amazing Vimeo channel called Tryptophanatic Netvision. Or I should say, the channel found me. Kaliptus, the channel’s creator, added two of my creations to the list of mind-bending videos. So you can get an idea of what it’s all about, here’s the channel description:

Welcome to Tryptophanatic Netvision, where the screenings you are about to witness may reveal some of the deepest secrets of the universe! If you are ready for consciousness expansion, use this channel as a tool. The contents herein vary in style, quality, and nature… ranging from psychotropic animations to mystical videos, tripadelic motion graphics, mind warping experiments, occult surrealism and lots more. This Netvision is geared to alter your very being to a higher level of super hue-man exaltation & inspiration. “Caterpillars” beware!!!
This is “Butterfly” territory.

I don’t usually announce (or even pick) a New Years Resolution, but this year I came up with one that suits me well. While most people choose to do something (and let’s be honest — it’s usually an attempt to work out more), I will be restricting myself from doing something. What’s the something? Writing really long posts on this blog. It’s not that I intend to write less; it’s that I want to redirect my efforts into different types of writing — namely essays and short stories. And since I’m working full time right now, I only have so much time and mental energy for this sort of thing.

I’ll probably being much as I did before, but only the shorter work will appear here. In other words, any time an article goes beyond 600 words, I’ll post it as an essay on Supraterranean or attempt to publish it elsewhere. That’ll make this more of a blog and less of a column (currently most posts run around 1,000-1,400 words!).

Man, it’s been a crazy fall. Every year that season feels less… “autumnal,” in the peaceful, calming sense of coming down from the highs of summer. And now all of a sudden the “holiday season” is upon us. I’ve never had to force myself into a Christmas state of mind the way I have this year. But I am living in one of the most grim, cheerless areas I’ve ever been in (well, aside from Northern Ireland, maybe). Anyway, I’ve got colorful strings of lights all over my apartment, I’m drinking plenty of vanilla honey chai tea, and I’m listening to copious amounts of jazz. Anything to keep the spirits up, really.

Part of my inactivity here has been due to broader activity on Supraterranean.com. After all, I did redesign the site in September. Then I went on a two-week cross-country road trip in October. And from mid-October almost until Thanksgiving, my work situation was consistently hectic. Now it’s December, and I’m just focusing on winding down and avoiding frostbite.

I’m also going through some personal creative transitions. I think it’s natural for a writer (or any kind of artist) to always be evaluating oneself, and asking what can be improved in method, style, and purpose. The purpose aspect is the most pressing right now. For those of you who have traced my activity on this blog, you know the general timeline of my reading and thinking process. The biggest milestone this year was Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus. The book felt like a climax for the journey into literature and philosophy that began for me around the fall of 2005. The premise of the book was that we live in a world defined at all levels by one concept: absurdity. Camus argued that, despite the lack of inherent meaning in life, one can develop meaning and purpose through an unending dedication to creative work. It seemed to take a step beyond the basic tenets of Existentialism, and at least in some ways, it felt like the answer I had been looking for.