the enlightenment
PHOENIX
In fables, this bright-winged bird burns to death in its nest every 100 years, only to be reborn later.
In reality, it is the city of my destruction, as well as a new beginning. I move to a new place in East Phoenix in two weeks, between two malls but amidst a Midwestern-like neighborhood. There I will get a bunny or a guinea pig or possibly a long-haired cat, and begin doing everything I've put on hold for five or so years. For the first time in seven years, or 20 years rather, I won't be sitting in some educational institution for at least several hours a day. With all that time, minus bar prep time, I really hope I can do something ...
DESERT LIFE
I miss CA, where the mountains don't look like big dried crap piles (I currently live by North Turd but will soon be close to Poop Peak - I kid you not) ... but Phoenix is not that bad. I've started Krav Maga, which is cool because I finally get to let out some of that anger that I've been hoarding for decades. I can drive (pretty much) anywhere, which gives me a great sense of freedom as I do my part to contribute to emissions/ozone depletion. I meet the most darling people on the bus, including one older man who told me he wrote a poem about me. He asked if he could read it to me. I looked at him, hesitating because I didn't want to hear any obscenity or East-West-beauty-bullshit-cliches. But without waiting for my respone, he launched into a decent sonnet, ending with something about the four corners of the earth. And there's always Scary Racist Cowboy - someday I will bring my own lunchbox and put it next to me, DARING him to sit there.
MY OASIS
I have had the good fortune of being friends with the best people on earth. Thanks everyone. I have also had the excellent fortune of reconnecting with some old friends. Maybe Myspace and AIM are good for some things ...
In fables, this bright-winged bird burns to death in its nest every 100 years, only to be reborn later.
In reality, it is the city of my destruction, as well as a new beginning. I move to a new place in East Phoenix in two weeks, between two malls but amidst a Midwestern-like neighborhood. There I will get a bunny or a guinea pig or possibly a long-haired cat, and begin doing everything I've put on hold for five or so years. For the first time in seven years, or 20 years rather, I won't be sitting in some educational institution for at least several hours a day. With all that time, minus bar prep time, I really hope I can do something ...
DESERT LIFE
I miss CA, where the mountains don't look like big dried crap piles (I currently live by North Turd but will soon be close to Poop Peak - I kid you not) ... but Phoenix is not that bad. I've started Krav Maga, which is cool because I finally get to let out some of that anger that I've been hoarding for decades. I can drive (pretty much) anywhere, which gives me a great sense of freedom as I do my part to contribute to emissions/ozone depletion. I meet the most darling people on the bus, including one older man who told me he wrote a poem about me. He asked if he could read it to me. I looked at him, hesitating because I didn't want to hear any obscenity or East-West-beauty-bullshit-cliches. But without waiting for my respone, he launched into a decent sonnet, ending with something about the four corners of the earth. And there's always Scary Racist Cowboy - someday I will bring my own lunchbox and put it next to me, DARING him to sit there.
MY OASIS
I have had the good fortune of being friends with the best people on earth. Thanks everyone. I have also had the excellent fortune of reconnecting with some old friends. Maybe Myspace and AIM are good for some things ...