Yes, Key West rocked. I read three great books in five days. Napped like a champ. Drank beer. Ate great food. Drank beer. Etc. Anyway, it was a great time, mostly because it gave me an opportunity to step out of the chaos that has been my world for so many months and realize that my attention–while powerfully focused–needed a bit of realignment.
Anyway, as serendipity would have it (especially since I’ve sworn off aimless web-surfing), I came across this great piece that is absolutely worth the five minutes it will take to read it: Twelve Ways to Think Differently.
Monthly Archive for May, 2005
the award for this week’s funniest new CD goes to BECK for his “Guero” (translation = white boy). great stuff here, and you’ll laugh yourself silly if you listen closely enough to the lyrics to Beck’s aural collage [Beck and the making of GUERO will be the subject of a piece on ABC’s Nightline, (interviewed by John F. from TMBG) airing Friday May 13th. Check local listings for exact airtime and tune in!]
also just picked up the new Dave Matthews Band and after just one listen last night, I expect that will be in heavy rotation this week as well.
just might have to get my tix to Austin City Limits music festival this week as well… 130 bands. 8 stages, 3 days. aclfestival.com its a concert-goers cream dream if you ask me… perhaps this will be THE double-dip thrill ride of a life time!!
When I lived in Harlem, I shit in a bag. But I loved living in Harlem. The toilet broke and the landlord took a week to fix it, so what else could I do? My neighbors were tight on 125th. Real people, not fake. Good people. Big Andre always on the street with dime bags of weed and bits of advice. “Stand on your toes everyday, a hundred times in a row. Make your calves like iron. You need strong legs in life.” Duke, next door, a Harvard drop out and brilliant novelist, observing the neighborhood for forty years, and his beautiful wife, Aiki, painting and doing Tai Chi and baking cakes with her granddaughters Cherlonda and Blossom, always an open home for their wide and wonderful family. Andre the super, ex-boxer, ex-convict, weed lover, great man. Big Mike down the street at the fruit and vegetable shop, with a kind word everytime I walked by. “Alright then. How you feeling? Doing good today? Alright.” Continue reading ‘Stars in the Night Sky’
this is for you, Nav. I came across this site via a suggestion from the lead singer for DCFC (on his website, of course)
some of these rant/raves are a bit off-color, but that’s what makes life interesting now, isn’t it?
When Mitchell Buckner and me captured a copperhead snake, we didn’t know it until we looked up “Snake” in Encyclopedia Britannica and saw clearly an exact portrait of the one currently trapped under a net down at the stream behind Meadow Heights Road. As I recall, when we came upon the snake lying at the edge of the shallow water on the concrete floor of the tunnel under Offutt Road, it chased us, and we ran. But in the end we had the snake trapped under a net, the rim weighted down by rocks. As a kid I was an adventurer, but not of limitless courage, so when we figured out that we had captured one of the most poisonous snakes in North America, we decided to find somebody other than ourselves to kill it. Continue reading ‘Down at the Stream’
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