he kept a couple journals, had done so for some time now. this small vertical-rectangular shaped one that could fit in his back pocket. his wife had given it to him when he travelled to asia-pac. this one for immediate codification of small thoughts. like "operational definition of intelligence used by Binet in creating the IQ test...further thought required". and always a larger 80 - 100 sheet composition book. the current, 9 3/4" x 7 1/2", college ruled, and made of recycled waste. the pen slid on the pages a bit - them, the pages, being recycled waste and all. this second one for page- or two-page-long compositions, essays, and other such philosophical musings that he couldn't possibly explain through his "uhm's" and "ah's" in real spoken word. like, the one entitled 'on happiness' comprised of an argument (to himself) that even the selfish seeker of little more than his own happiness (himself included, in this 'selfish seeker' group) benefits from a utilitarianism (greatest for greatest) societal approach to life because 1. reciprocation exists and has spanned evolution and 2. the selfish seeker's own happiness (his portion of the happiness pie) grows with a growing overall pie. if one can envision such a pie.

also, he always did that, started their titles with "on". he read that einstein or some other hero also entitled his/her own ruminations that way.

not sure when this started, the journaling, probably in college when he realized that life inside his head was superior to that outside. plus, he wanted to be an observant songwriter and his memory was a stress-ridden disaster. an overgrown wasteland of misplanted worryings and other weed-like saplings of anxiety. much needless use of the brain's RAM. but just as in adopted garden for the ignorant green-thumb - much confusion between weed and flower, until bloom.

he was doing Rubberneck again, The Toadies. it's 2010. nowadays, it's a half a dozen times a week for this album - strongly concentrated in the friday to sunday timeframe. Music! something about the way it tickled his nervous system.

"confusion of the difference between time and space in the statement 'it started raining' when weather systems generally move across the atmosphere...further thought required."