July 3, 2009
In Spanish the ocean is female–”la mar”. Its sway to its own pulse, its own meter. Scent of sand and salt, new and cool tingling your face, never tiring of the Earth’s pull. Rising and falling low and high, sail boats pushed along her skin by wind. Till the next day. “Mañana”. Tomorrow.
May 23, 2009
The mystery of esoteric script reminds me of ancient glyphs. What is their hidden message?
April 10, 2009
I had always thought that the flocks of parrots that have flown overhead since a kid, and most recently splattered my car with a chartreuse speckle that reminded me a bit of Abstract Impressionism, had not come from an escaped pair from someone’s left opened cage. I added this story to the list of other urban legends. But, according to a non-urban park ranger I recently met at Pt. Magu, this is actually true. There was even a scientific name given and a picture that explained the phenomena. So, this most recent Blog-Thought is uploaded with a bit of concern: how many other bits of info I thought of as lies are actually true? Is this sunset just a copy of others that have been seen thousands of times before? As of a couple of days I had believed that no two sunsets were ever alike. Some things are better left mysterious. Too much information bores life.
Has this happened before?
Out.
April 7, 2009
The blue is endless. On the horizon tingling sparkles. White water roars its presence on high and low tide–I am here, have been here, listen. The ocean speaks.
March 20, 2009
Seeing an empty glass on Friday afternoon on the marble counter says something. Full or empty? Looks clean: as if no one has touched it. Was the drinker wearing gloves? White, leather, knitted? Was this the beginning or the ending to the weekend stories that will become the reminiscent memories of years to come?
March 18, 2009
I'll wait for Tony
Had to stop and turn around, pay respect to this contemporary shrine. Since the move east this has been the place were a continuous meditative state has helped me become quieter in times of loudness. An oracle of sorts as I sit awaiting the next available barber chair. And all for under $15.
February 1, 2009
Went out last night to listen to some music. Not from an iPod wired DJ or from plastic discs spinning round laser or needle, but from amplifiers, custom gauge, nickle wound strings, fuzz effect pedals, and Weatherking Coated Ambassador drum heads. The screech of distortion, crash of the hickory on polished brass, thump of the wobbly E string bouncing on the the metallic blue bass neck–nothing like it.
Back to school on Monday. How many times has this process matured through the years?
For now CDs at home must do till next weekend. Out.
Music, music, everywhere.
January 1, 2009
The breathing flames open the collective past of all and are the impetus of all that is to come. The difference between ash, ember, and dead wood is belief. How many minds have been ignited while staring into the fire?
December 31, 2008
It’s a feeling like nothing else. It’s like being six years old again and not believing that what just happened happened. Or like as a teenager one slips and falls around lots and lots of people and the laughs, stares, embarrassment, and that feeling all swerve and swirl in the part of the stomach that butterflies appear in. Now older the feeling is less there and instead of trying to make it disappear I cherish it. Experiencing the feeling makes me feel part of humanity–folly after folly we go on, without feeling we are not alive, How can one experience pleasure without these ocassional feelings of psycological pain. I thank the feeling for clearly reminding me of my initiation to evolving yet reminisingly contemporary existence. What caused this? Working on a project for hours early on New Years’s Eve 2009 only to lose it completely to the unsaved space were software shut-downs take things. Thank you short term memory glitch. I am still alive after another three-hundred, sixty-five. I can welcome day one happily, red carpet smoothly placed on the runway.
As a kid? Now?
