(sigh) I really wish I could get the RSI/Unicity business "rolling". I really enjoy this, but it's taken so long for me to build it even to the level where I have it now (no doubt a function of my own misanthropy ... sort of hard to do effective follow-up with folks who are interested if you'd rather have root-canal surgery than talk to people on the phone!). I was really hoping the whole Unicity thing was starting with more of a "bang!", but it's looking more like it's going to building to a swell, culminating with the big conference this August down in Orlando. At least with going to the Minnepolis conferencce on 4/20-21 I'll be up to speed with everything. I was going to do a post-card mailing to my big list, but I guess I'll hold of on that until I get more concrete details. I mean, right now we don't even have a print catalog, so if somebody's not on the web, what do I do, say "uh ... you'll have to wait a few months for me to get you that info"? Bleh. It looks like we'll have the new "unified" Unicity look for the web sites in June now, the "new, new" compensation plan going into effect in July, and then the new unified catalog coming at the conference in August (along with the whole new "turn back the clock" line of "anti-aging" products. Oh, well. Hey, if you want to hear a 4-minute audio blurb on this (it's good, really!) click HERE
Anyway, another poem ... wrote this the other day while Daughter #1 was at her martial arts class (she got her first belt promotion!) ... not that that has anything to do with the poem.
EXPAT IN DREAMTIME REALMS
only elements
of this delusion
only factors
of this decay
nothing comes whole
nothing unbroken
we are trapped
in fragmented planes
the center is blurred
the focus unset
we stand
on unsure ground
shifting points
no stasis to build
no calm to collect
no base to expand
we travel on vectors
disjointed, diverging
unable to know
which direction we go
all is a muddle,
a puree, melange
that leaves us unsteady
unready to act
there is a fog
which follows me
a mist which hovers
before my eyes
as though this world
was but a dream
strange and twisted
and nightmare-like
how then to move
across that barrier,
to live in worlds
we know as dreams,
which bear more promise
than this sad sphere
and offer hope
unknown by day?
- Brendan Tripp
04/07/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
