February first
Traveled down the 101 on a whim. On my way to San Francisco, I hitchiked for the first time. I spent the past few days with Joel in Arcata. We were very affectionate and made love, held each other like children. He told me he wrote a paper about how casual sex in college is immoral because of the male/female power imbalance. I told him he was christlike. He is so good hearted. We folded together for hours, nuzzled and napped, made love about four or five times in two days. Went to the cemetary and enjoyed each other.
I met his friend Jo, a hyper masculine swinger who was wearing a blazer peacoat over a well defined chest, pink floyd pajama bottoms, dyed red hair, and one diamond earring, quick eyes, politicians swagger. Crazy California.
This morning, was ready to hitchike. Made a sign and waited, Joel kissed me on the mouth goodbye. A man with a beagle picked me up, and gave me physics riddles.
I am now staying in the home of a writer I've been reading since I was fourteen Bobby. I have fourty eight dollars, and the whole city at my feet. Oh freedom!
February 2nd
I just woke up in Bobby's bed. He didn't want me to sleep on the floor, but nothing happened. Last night we talked about the feelings we get in abandoned buildings. We are going to dinner tonight. It is not akward being around him at all. Sitting outside the De Youngm stretched a little bit. It is so strange to be using Bobby Burgess's camera bag, I've been looking at his pictures for years. I'm sitting in a strange, hyper futuristic plaza, with a large roman amphitheatre full of barren cherry trees.
Last night Bobby and I also talked about the state between waking and sleeping, and I felt him fall asleep before me and felt him pulsing and vibrating in that state, felt it wash over me. This I am sure of.
February 3rd
Life is so generous.
Last night Bobby took me out to Indian food, and payed for it. We then both ate pot brownies and and were amazed at the twisted, rootlike trees and golden street lights. The moon was out and full. We walked to the De Young, with its strange courtyard and lit up palm trees. We explored and smelled flowers. This morning he bought me brunch and drove me out to the suburbs of San Francisco to meet my Earthdance bosses. We have been listening to trance, triphop, and Michael Franti. Then Chris, my boss who has met the Dalai Lama, loaded a bowl of sacred pot, which has been blessed and grown in sacred geometry, and he gave me greens!
Watched an epic sunset, and stopped at a five star sushi resturant where Chris and Abby payed for me to have an eel, tempura, avacado roll with creme brulee desert. Afterwards, we stopped at a sacred spring where the water hasn't seen light for 10,000 years and passes through crystal tunnels within Mt. Shasta. We took a flashlight and hopped on wet stepping stones to where the water ripped right out of the side of the mountain and filled our bottles.
Side note:
Two homeless guys were playing drums in the park, when the Ashland cheif of police walked up to them.
He then proceeded to pull a flute from his pocket and began to play. He played for about half an hour and then went on his way.
I met his friend Jo, a hyper masculine swinger who was wearing a blazer peacoat over a well defined chest, pink floyd pajama bottoms, dyed red hair, and one diamond earring, quick eyes, politicians swagger. Crazy California.
This morning, was ready to hitchike. Made a sign and waited, Joel kissed me on the mouth goodbye. A man with a beagle picked me up, and gave me physics riddles.
I am now staying in the home of a writer I've been reading since I was fourteen Bobby. I have fourty eight dollars, and the whole city at my feet. Oh freedom!
February 2nd
I just woke up in Bobby's bed. He didn't want me to sleep on the floor, but nothing happened. Last night we talked about the feelings we get in abandoned buildings. We are going to dinner tonight. It is not akward being around him at all. Sitting outside the De Youngm stretched a little bit. It is so strange to be using Bobby Burgess's camera bag, I've been looking at his pictures for years. I'm sitting in a strange, hyper futuristic plaza, with a large roman amphitheatre full of barren cherry trees.
Last night Bobby and I also talked about the state between waking and sleeping, and I felt him fall asleep before me and felt him pulsing and vibrating in that state, felt it wash over me. This I am sure of.
February 3rd
Life is so generous.
Last night Bobby took me out to Indian food, and payed for it. We then both ate pot brownies and and were amazed at the twisted, rootlike trees and golden street lights. The moon was out and full. We walked to the De Young, with its strange courtyard and lit up palm trees. We explored and smelled flowers. This morning he bought me brunch and drove me out to the suburbs of San Francisco to meet my Earthdance bosses. We have been listening to trance, triphop, and Michael Franti. Then Chris, my boss who has met the Dalai Lama, loaded a bowl of sacred pot, which has been blessed and grown in sacred geometry, and he gave me greens!
Watched an epic sunset, and stopped at a five star sushi resturant where Chris and Abby payed for me to have an eel, tempura, avacado roll with creme brulee desert. Afterwards, we stopped at a sacred spring where the water hasn't seen light for 10,000 years and passes through crystal tunnels within Mt. Shasta. We took a flashlight and hopped on wet stepping stones to where the water ripped right out of the side of the mountain and filled our bottles.
Side note:
Two homeless guys were playing drums in the park, when the Ashland cheif of police walked up to them.
He then proceeded to pull a flute from his pocket and began to play. He played for about half an hour and then went on his way.