June 22, 2009 - Intentional Consciousness

I sit in the children's area of the radiology waiting room while mom gets her upper fistula cleared. Two young boys argue on the floor while their pig-tailed sister dances around them desperately. Oldest brother is in charge and he sits with head in hand trying to make it all go away with a magazine. Another, with a jet-black pixie and almond eyes, finally becomes content, slumps on her mother's lap, and succombs to the magic in her bottle. In the back ground, for added amusement, a cheesily acted soap opera plays out with no one caring, and behind that (and 3x's as loud) an alarm bell begs and whines for attention for at least 15 minutes. My lower self tries to become annoyed, to become a victim of this circumstance. I choose, instead, to employ an iPod remedy, to observe with curious joy, and I make friends with it all in this little notebook.