I’ve got to say, while this shit is fun, it is super time consuming. I’m talking Homer Simpson “I, Carumbus” (Season 32, Episode 2) mammoth eating consuming.
With that said, I have something like eight Cerebral Goo episodes in the queue to edit and post. Yay for our seven listeners…there’s a lot more coming. ~sigh~ for me. That’s a shit-ton of editing. Trust me, you don’t want to hear the unedited audio. To add to that, I am trying to get the Cerebral Goo YouTube channel up and rolling, and of course, the much promised and yet to be delivered Instagram. Naturally, those two are intended to help Cerebral Goo get more listeners. But I have work I’m paid to deliver on too. I don’t want to read like I am bitching. I’m not. (But I sorta am). It’s just that Cerebral Goo is a lot of work, that thus far has no return. So, I find myself having to prioritize. I tell 14, all the time, that time management is all about prioritizing. He’s doing a far better job than I. At least that’s a win!
I love Cerebral Goo. It’s definitely a passion project, and it’s worth the resources we’ve poured, nay, gushed as if the Hoover Dam burst -think “San Andreas” (DJ aka The Rock), into it. That was an entertaining movie by the way. Anyway, priorities…I am doing what I can when I can, and that will result in a not-so-steady stream of podcast and social media releases. To that end, check back often for updates. Better yet, join our mailing list for instant updates on new material.
Podcast 107 is imminent, and a fun listen. I am guessing a week or so, which translates to within a month. While I am on the subject, summer is over; not officially over according to the calendar, but according to the recommencement of our temporarily interrupted tradition of in-person schooling. As such, Salty is back in school, doing what she does. She’s busting her ass and doing everything she can to avoid falling asleep in, and or salting her dinner with tears each night. That puts a small damper on the Goo…for now. But, as I previously mentioned, that’s totally okay, because there are a slew of episodes waiting to be hacked and posted to finish out Cerebral Goo Season one.
Will there be a season two? Thanks for asking. <crickets>
Right now I am pondering a quote from the The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell. “All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.” You might also recognize this from the book by Mitchell Zuckoff and subsequent movie 13 Hours: The Inside Account of What Really Happened in Benghazi. I’d love to sound really cerebral and say that I first read the quote in The Power of Myth, but no, I read it in Zuckoff’s book. Well, in all honesty, I heard it while listening to the audio book. Regardless, while it’s an outstanding quote, it’s also a tad dangerous.
My take: everything a person needs to be successful*, or not, resides within the core of their soul and all that supports it — personal goo. We are singularly responsible for our outcomes. Damn, that was really easy to say! All of a sudden, I am motivated to go fulfil my every goal and desire. Fuck.
There is so much contained within this quote. Scholars have written obscure essays, professors have dedicated months to its contemplation, and students have considered their fate while correlating its significance on paper.
I used to be a quote guy. Not so much anymore. They’ve become tattoo clichés and coffee mug platitudes. They’ve been manipulated to fit narratives that would make the originators spin their graves. Alas, welcome to the human race. I like data, hard numbers, and evidence. Though these days, even those are increasingly hard to come by. At least actual, true, and uncorrupted data. But this quote, for some reason resonates with me.
I know my tomorrow is mine to mold. Yes, I allow outside influences to sway that sculpture, by choice I might add; but, with the goo in my head, I feel limited and bound in what the final artwork resembles. I understand and accept that these are mine, my choices, and that I have every opportunity to choose to change them. I know that all the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within me; and that gives me hope. No, I don’t need to see a therapist. I believe Salty has that shit polished. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯