Like it or not, "Disco" was an experience shared by many of us in the late 70s, early 80s. Some of the songs were great (Donna Summer, Thelma Houston) and some were ridiculous (I'm looking at you, Disco Duck). But my favorite part was a phenomenon that happened in every disco, in every state. Picture this: The Club is busy. People are drinking, laughing, talking.

Does anyone else wake up to an odd phrase or random thought? This morning it was “Time to release myself into the wild.” I’m not quite sure why that was on my brain or wtf it mean…

Does anyone else wake up to an odd phrase or random thought? This morning it was "Time to release myself into the wild." I'm not quite sure why that was on my brain or wtf it means. Maybe it has to do with watching S1Ep4 of Paradise right before falling asleep. My best guess - at least at the moment - is might be related to all the crap (even good crap) that influences our opinions, attitudes and what we "believe" about ourselves.

Five-year-old Marti Anne was a pretty savvy kid who had a fairly accurate BS detector even as a preschooler. Nevertheless... I had a whole slew of great 20-something aunts and uncles. I was one of the first of my generation (or, at least that lived locally) so I was like a family pet or plaything. One of my favorite aunts was the one I was named after - Aunt Mart.

In the late 1800's, a couple of French artists - George Seurat and Paul Signac - riffed on the popular Impressionism style of painting and came up with a technique that was eventually christened 'pointillism.' Pointillism is painting many small, distinct dots that, when viewed at a distance, forms an easily recognizable picture. Or for you pop culture kids - it's what mesmerizes Cameron in the Chicago Museum of Art scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.