Fatigued..alchohol addled musings
No fog. I miss that. Been too long without it.
Boats out off the coast the last few nights, maybe a mile distant, maybe two. They've had bright lights shining out over the water reminiscent of some government experiment. Probably luring some type of catch or another to their doom. I know plankton are attracted to light, we used bright waterproof flashlights to lure plankton into columns of light to attract that manta rays. Very memorable. One diver mentioned they looked like underwater butterflies which stuck for some reason even though it's not a very appropriate analogy. Very otherworldly though. Everyone should go diving in Hawaii at some point in life. Especially a night dive. Just not with turtles. Sharks eat turtles. Turtles come out in groups (schools?) at night. Shark smorgasboard. THey don't like the way humans taste apparently but they aren't all that careful in what they munch on at times. But yeah, sea turtles are amazing to swim with also, just plain nifty.
Sea lights. Darkened park. Flashbacks of the Museum of Fine Art after dark. Such a beautiful place to walk around. Such a cool house across the street. Swans in the water. Quiet. Mardi. I miss that evening.
Memories are nice, but they don't warm the other side of my bed. Some things suck. I don't want to have to wait another week and a half....but I'm glad that's all I have to wait.
He's Cerebus by the way. My icon. An Aardvark. Star of the little known but longest running single comic book thingy that there is. Still have a few years to go. I was never an avid reader but once in my teens the author was in town so I bought a graphic novel compilation and had him sign it and do a sketch for me. And somehow he's more or less my totem in a few different ways. Not as cool as some folks having things signed by Neil, but it's all I've got that borders on fame. oh, and a postcard from Bruce Campbell. Which is rather cool to those in the know.
There's more of course. Bits and pieces. Some of it interesting, most of it seeming like discarded material from a discontinued magazine. Take Reevis Ranch for instance. Days ride by horseback into the Superstition Mountains. They got their name because things tend to either be lost or just not get found in them. But the Ranch, you can find it without all that much effort. Not much left now. Fragments of the cabin. But you still have the stream that runs through, and the apple trees that grow untended with the sour/sweet stink of dropped fruit. It's an odd place to be surrounded by stone, sand, heat and cactus, but it's there up in the shade of the mountain. And if you know where to look, off the beaten path, through waist high sagebrush (at least to a 14 year old) you can find the pile of rocks and the weather-worn and hardly legible wooden tombstone that marks the resting place of Mr. Reevis. Oh, and there are snakes. Rattlesnakes. But you learn to look for them easily enough, and most are drowsy in the sun.
You know, bits like that.
Boats out off the coast the last few nights, maybe a mile distant, maybe two. They've had bright lights shining out over the water reminiscent of some government experiment. Probably luring some type of catch or another to their doom. I know plankton are attracted to light, we used bright waterproof flashlights to lure plankton into columns of light to attract that manta rays. Very memorable. One diver mentioned they looked like underwater butterflies which stuck for some reason even though it's not a very appropriate analogy. Very otherworldly though. Everyone should go diving in Hawaii at some point in life. Especially a night dive. Just not with turtles. Sharks eat turtles. Turtles come out in groups (schools?) at night. Shark smorgasboard. THey don't like the way humans taste apparently but they aren't all that careful in what they munch on at times. But yeah, sea turtles are amazing to swim with also, just plain nifty.
Sea lights. Darkened park. Flashbacks of the Museum of Fine Art after dark. Such a beautiful place to walk around. Such a cool house across the street. Swans in the water. Quiet. Mardi. I miss that evening.
Memories are nice, but they don't warm the other side of my bed. Some things suck. I don't want to have to wait another week and a half....but I'm glad that's all I have to wait.
He's Cerebus by the way. My icon. An Aardvark. Star of the little known but longest running single comic book thingy that there is. Still have a few years to go. I was never an avid reader but once in my teens the author was in town so I bought a graphic novel compilation and had him sign it and do a sketch for me. And somehow he's more or less my totem in a few different ways. Not as cool as some folks having things signed by Neil, but it's all I've got that borders on fame. oh, and a postcard from Bruce Campbell. Which is rather cool to those in the know.
There's more of course. Bits and pieces. Some of it interesting, most of it seeming like discarded material from a discontinued magazine. Take Reevis Ranch for instance. Days ride by horseback into the Superstition Mountains. They got their name because things tend to either be lost or just not get found in them. But the Ranch, you can find it without all that much effort. Not much left now. Fragments of the cabin. But you still have the stream that runs through, and the apple trees that grow untended with the sour/sweet stink of dropped fruit. It's an odd place to be surrounded by stone, sand, heat and cactus, but it's there up in the shade of the mountain. And if you know where to look, off the beaten path, through waist high sagebrush (at least to a 14 year old) you can find the pile of rocks and the weather-worn and hardly legible wooden tombstone that marks the resting place of Mr. Reevis. Oh, and there are snakes. Rattlesnakes. But you learn to look for them easily enough, and most are drowsy in the sun.
You know, bits like that.