I have informed myself that now is every once in a while. Thus I will serve a nice hunk of my gray matter pie.

I've found it so hard to care lately of much of anything that goes on in the world outside my own. I give my attention to things, but the part of me that cares has imploded. And thus I only have found the ability to care about my own aspirations. Some may call it selfishness, because what I do now is only done to benefit me. But I think it's about time. I've spent most of my remembering life pouring myself into others, and losing my own direction. Well now I've got a direction, and I'm not going to lose it.

Business as an art form. There are so many intricacies inside the runnings of a business. The small business. A well run business as beautiful as well kept machine. I'm in the process of paint and part selection. Finding the people to form a network, getting a little commensalism set up. The drummer lays a beat, and a few small ventures go up. The crowd taps their foot, and I proceed. The room looks familiar and friendly. Some well patched holes and the business becomes a place where people are satisfied. It becomes their haven, and I revert back to the selfless and keep the painting on the wall protected from the crayons of kids. Stick it Globo-corp, stick it modern art. Wait... what was I painting? Ah who cares, I like it.