Episode 7

One Important Thing

What do we do everyday? The Three-Headed Man retells his daily practices, which are prompted by the question, "What is one thing important thing we do everyday?"

Jimmy goes first, and straight away he mentions his morning readings from the American Book of the Dead. He follows by explaining his morning routine with his dog and his cat, which moves him to discuss his love of natural things, and his dislike for humans. Truth be told, Jimmy is a little doggie.

Jazzy is less instinctual, and therefore more complicated. He begins by explaining his morning Sikh prayers. Additionally, he speaks to his other practices of drawing, guitar, and Thai chi. Jazzy continues by telling us about his daily Sadhana and Sikh Nitnem practices.

Phreddie writes his memories as his temporary most important thing, and he notices, concretely, the exponential of his daily practice. His focus on "not breaking the string" strengthens his resolve. After explaining this realization with too many words, Phreddie relates his humiliations.

Finally, after talking a lot, Phreddie concludes that he lives within a series of stories, stories he tells himself. He says, these are the stories I tell myself, they are not the truth, just stories that explain his life to himself.

About the Podcast

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The Three-Headed Man
Talking To Ourselves For Over 25 Years

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Fred M Schill

I like to do. I like to make things. And, I like telling stories. I tell stories to myself and to others.

First, a short biography, which is, of course, is a story. I was born in Cleveland, played sports, and attended university. Later, after a few years in the radio business, I returned to university to study education and literature.

With a teaching certificate in my file folder, I began working in high schools, first as a strike-breaking scab substitute teacher in Cleveland's far suburbs, and then in Chicago, mostly in private high schools.

Cleveland and Chicago. My two main towns, and I escaped them both. Presently, I live in a tiny, isolated, mountain village in Spain. I am reluctant to write the name of the town because I don't like tourists. When the tourists arrive, they look at me as if I am an animal in a zoo.