{"id":4041,"date":"2009-06-10T14:56:40","date_gmt":"2009-06-10T19:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4041"},"modified":"2009-06-10T14:56:40","modified_gmt":"2009-06-10T19:56:40","slug":"the-boston-boogie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4041","title":{"rendered":"The Boston Boogie"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been getting up at the crack of dawn for the last three days and in doing so have lost touch with my reality. While I have spent most of my life trying to find a routine, I&#8217;ve spent equal parts of my life disrupting anything remotely routine. And it&#8217;s probably in routine that I feel the most comfortable and yet out of it that I have the most vivid memories.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, we walked to the Armory to see this wild Brazilian artist&#8217;s installation and we laid in a pool of plastic bubbles. At one point today, in a cab, I recalled the good feeling those bubbles gave me &#8211; I was suspended away from my achey feet, my tight back, and generally in a different world.<\/p>\n<p>This morning as I was sitting in the airport at JFK on my way to Boston, I spotted the store where I got my Hawaiian girl who hulas on my dashboard. Was I there a month ago? A year ago? Why did the sight of the familiar in the context of my unfamiliar (out of routine) make all the demarcations blur &#8211; how long have I had that Hawaiian girl?<\/p>\n<p>As always girl goes on journey, comes back different. But just what that means can&#8217;t be known at this juncture. I only know that out of routine, in the familiar unfamiliar, I felt\u00a0buoyant moments ago as I watched the planes coming and going from Logan airport &#8211; and I&#8217;m not even sure why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been getting up at the crack of dawn for the last three days and in doing so have lost touch with my reality. While I have spent most of my life trying to find a routine, I&#8217;ve spent equal parts of my life disrupting anything remotely routine. And it&#8217;s probably in routine that I feel the most comfortable and yet out of it that I have the most vivid memories. Yesterday, we walked to&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4041","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-13b","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4041","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4041"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4041\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4041"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4041"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4041"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}