Four days ago a girl named Natalie turned 20 on the 20th. Today a woman named Fran turns 24 on the 24th. I live in Boston, and I dated, fell for, and was left by both of those two English girls. I met them at the same time in consecutive years at the same over-night camp in a very rural section of Pennsylvania. And it just so happens that the date corresponded with each of their ages in the same year, in the same month, my birthday month.
Life is full of oddities that seek to feign connections where there are none. But it is tempting to believe.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Failed Blotters on a Monday
My first foray into the land of psychedelics has tragically failed, but, as the Greeks say, tommorow is a new day to trip balls on acid that you found in your fridge when you moved into your new apartment.
Danny DeVito leads. I follow. Check out It's Always Sunny in Philadephia if you haven't already.
Danny DeVito leads. I follow. Check out It's Always Sunny in Philadephia if you haven't already.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Blog Discoveries on a Sunday
Today was a great day: nothing but football, greasy food, and pure, unadulterated relaxation. The beauty of Sunday is undeniable and always worry-free.
Prose rarely floors me, but M. John Harrison's did just that when I stumbled across Viriconium at a Barnes and Nobles about a year ago. It took me awhile to get down to that rather hefty collection of novellas and short stories about the far-future, decaying city of Viriconium, but the payoff is yet unchallenged in greatness by any other book I have read. His prose is crystalline, deceptive, always controlled and surgical, and humbly epic. I always recomend the Viriconium stories, and am looking forward to reading other works by Harrison soon.
On that subject, yesterday I discovered that Harrison has a blog called Uncle Zip's Window (search for it on Google), and it's full of quirky posts about anything he seems to be thinking of at the time. Also highly recomended.
Reading: The Twin Serpents by Ronald Scott Thorne.
Looking forward to: Monday Night Football-Eagles v. Redskins
Prose rarely floors me, but M. John Harrison's did just that when I stumbled across Viriconium at a Barnes and Nobles about a year ago. It took me awhile to get down to that rather hefty collection of novellas and short stories about the far-future, decaying city of Viriconium, but the payoff is yet unchallenged in greatness by any other book I have read. His prose is crystalline, deceptive, always controlled and surgical, and humbly epic. I always recomend the Viriconium stories, and am looking forward to reading other works by Harrison soon.
On that subject, yesterday I discovered that Harrison has a blog called Uncle Zip's Window (search for it on Google), and it's full of quirky posts about anything he seems to be thinking of at the time. Also highly recomended.
Reading: The Twin Serpents by Ronald Scott Thorne.
Looking forward to: Monday Night Football-Eagles v. Redskins
Saturday at Hempfest 2007
Today I obliquely found myself at The Massachusetts Cannabis Reform Coalition (MassCan) freedom rally in Boston Commons. The scent of weed was dense in the air, a single cloud rose from the rally. Bands, such as the incomparable Robby Roadsteamer, rocked a large Grecian columned gazebo in the center of the park. The crowd was diverse but unified and the clothes were colorful and patterned. We all brought out our most pot suggestive garments for this special day.
Unfortunately, I was under the impression that I was to attend a reggae music concert where people happened to be smoking. When I found out that the entire function was in fact solely devoted to cannabis, my expectations widened exponentially. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to had ripped two ‘biggy-boi’ bongs hits prior to the engagement and was appropriately baked for the occasion.
50-something men gave lectures like college professors on cannabis legalization. It seems little progress, if any, is being made on the weed front. But don’t count on that to dull their blazing spirits. They fight like they have a real shot, and who knows, maybe they do.
At that magical hour, 4:20 PM, the mass formed into a thick ball and lit up in every way they knew how. Boys and girls swayed in the warm fog, looking for the ground, wandering through the human maze. And before we knew what hit us, we were stuck, like duct tape to the world. Everyone smiled, and fell back.
Unfortunately, I was under the impression that I was to attend a reggae music concert where people happened to be smoking. When I found out that the entire function was in fact solely devoted to cannabis, my expectations widened exponentially. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to had ripped two ‘biggy-boi’ bongs hits prior to the engagement and was appropriately baked for the occasion.
50-something men gave lectures like college professors on cannabis legalization. It seems little progress, if any, is being made on the weed front. But don’t count on that to dull their blazing spirits. They fight like they have a real shot, and who knows, maybe they do.
At that magical hour, 4:20 PM, the mass formed into a thick ball and lit up in every way they knew how. Boys and girls swayed in the warm fog, looking for the ground, wandering through the human maze. And before we knew what hit us, we were stuck, like duct tape to the world. Everyone smiled, and fell back.
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