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A friend from California who lives here is out west and sent me a text that it feels like home there and that although she loves it here, she misses there. Oh boy. What to do when your heart is one place and your feet another? Been there, done that. But today I ran out to the bank real quick like and as I waited at the stoplight for the guy on the unicycle to…
“October: This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August and February.” ~Mark Twain
I was pondering the course of people and their habits, their not so savory habits. If a guy you know has always been an arrogant asshole, what’s to say he can really change? If a woman you know is narcissistic and selfish, is it possible for her to become something larger than who she has been? There are all these tenets that we hold dear and one is that people don’t change – but I…
We bought as sofa in the Quarter yesterday that was being delivered today and so we moved the bed into Tin’s room along with the bookshelves. He was ecstatic about the new changes and it reminded me of when I was a kid and the room would get upgraded or changed in some way and it always felt like a brand new world.
We have been to the Quarter twice this weekend – yesterday after the St. Augustine event and today to grab breakfast and take advantage of the wonderful weather. We’ve almost decided to make a habit of this as Tin just comes alive when he hears live music – and it always starts at the French Quarter restaurant that is on the tip of Decatur and North Peter. Today that band was as enamored with him…
Embedded in Kabbalism is the notion of the rebirth after death; certainly reincarnation is spread across most Indian religions and even in Buddhism there is the notion of the eternal – a stream of consciousness, a collective infinite thought that winds through us all. Tatjana believes my mom has returned though Tin, in the spirit of beauty. His natural beauty mirrors my mother’s, his headstrong defiance shades of her stubbornness, and his general good nature…
I find that these days I either sleep the sleep of the dead where I’m really in deep sleep for nine to sometimes nine and a half hours or I’m up before the crack of dawn listening to the sounds of the house, the noise in my head, and the breathing of three mammals. This morning I couldn’t quell the voices so I got up and went to finish my Sunday paper and watch sunrise…
We went to see The Fighter last night – lord today, what a movie – so well done that when they showed the actual real characters at the end, they almost looked to be older versions of Mark Wohlberg and Christian Bale. The family aspects of this movie hit home – the enmeshed, interconnected, fucked up beyond recognition aspects of being part of an organism that will eat you alive if you try to pull…
I was reading an article about birding in India (two great passions of mine combined – yay) and how there are tailorbirds that design intricate nests to attract females – the males compete and the female decides who is the best designer and which nest she wants to live in and with which bird. Ever notice how the NYT is what NPR was a decade ago? It seems like sprinkled into every conversation I had…
I heard on WWOZ that St. Augustine was going to be having an event in honor of Martin Luther King’s birthday and so we went all went to check it out. We arrived right about the time the Mass was ending and walking into this church you know right away there are not a lot of Catholic churches in this country/world that are rocking out – something’s different. Something is different, this is the oldest…