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2016 on last.fm

lastfm-2016 Continue reading

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Lemon and Friends

i had an Alexander Hamilton, but you need three Washingtons (two bills, one coin) to ride the bus.

a sensible person on a time crunch would’ve just saved the energy by hailing a techno-ride, but i much preferred to pay (read: vote) for public infrastructure and transport, not a greed-backed private corporation. so, after calculating time to walk to the next bus, i determined to stop by a local mom-and-pop, purchase something around $2.50, and walk away with a Lincoln plus appropriate bus fare.

the place where i stopped was a bakery on Clement and Arguello, teeny tiny with a wide selection of delicious treats. “Pura Vida,” said the guy behind the register, brown and warm face, dark and curly-haired, referring to my faded tourist shirt from Costa Rica.

“yup,” i said, “it’s an old shirt. you from there?”

“actually, no,” he said, “Nicaragua.”

“whoa, that’s where my mom’s from.”

“what part?”

“Chontales,” i answered, anxiously poring over the pastry prices—$3.50 for lemon cake, $4 for croissants, $5 for cream puffs crafted for the one percent—none of which would leave me appropriate change for the bus. oh well, i thought, i’ll just ask him to break the five.

“can i get the ‘lemon and friends’?”

at this point i noticed a couple—man and woman—sitting halfway up a flight of stairs scrutinizing the scene in which i played a lead role. as our eyes locked the man began reading his lines:

“not just lemon, but honey, molasses, the water of life, organic xantham gum, pixie dust, and Prince’s ashes make up this specific item. hence the title, ‘Lemon and Friends.'”

i glanced at my Nicoya cousin, partly confused why this man was explaining the nuance of my order to me but mostly just ready to go catch my fucking bus and not have a leisurely conversation.

“he’s the baker,” he explained. “want a drink to go with that?”

when i declined, his eyes darted to my cake, and i could almost sense his throat drily gulping in parched despair.

i handed him my ten, only to discover the register completely lacking in ones whatsoever. unfazed, the Nicoya reached into the tip jar to give me my perfect change, smiling. so i couldn’t even ask to break the five.

quickly, likely not courteously, i bid farewell to my comrades and found myself back on the street laughing at the absurdity of it all. Continue reading

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Emily Dickinson favorites (701-1100)

To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
What must the Midnights – be! Continue reading

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it is

it was a beautiful, lovely, deep day. Continue reading

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Wasted Cinders

we’re just doing, not being. Continue reading

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walking birds in stereo

two channels of life’s transmission traveling
3000 miles across America in stereophonic sound—

two of hearts, one infinitesimal diamond
walking along the country’s deep black grooves

dreaming, “rhythm is rhythm—rhythm is life—
music is zen—systems, strife.” day

and night, sometimes skipping, sometimes
losing the beat but losing it together

and then finding it together on the b-side
of the same thought, not a measure too soon. Continue reading

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ramblin’ ron

tonight? tonight i’m going to a cave party. Continue reading

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my favorite Metamorphoses

And now the measure of my song is done:
The work has reached its end; the book is mine,
None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jave,
Nor war, nor fire, nor flood,
Nor venomous time that eats our lives away.
Then let that morning come, as come it will,
When this disguise I carry shall be no more,
And all the treacherous years of life undone,
And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music,
The deathless music of the circling stars.
As long as Rome is the Eternal City
These lines shall echo from the lips of men,
As long as poetry speaks truth on earth,
That immortality is mine to wear. Continue reading

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holy Nat!

holy nat! Continue reading

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10 Year, 107 Proof, Rated 94 by the Beverage Tasting Institute

it feels good to be productive. today i’ve:

  • invented a garlic broccoli chicken broth w grilled cheddar cheese sandwich,
  • steamed my eyes and grated my thumb,
  • enjoyed the pleasures of Duke Ellington & John Coltrane,
  • powered through some poetry by Wallace Stevens,
  • recorded a couple strange covers with bass guitar and vocals,
  • penned this post,
  • taken my first ever sip of Old Rip Van Winkle 10yr and munched on a few almonds,
  • half cleaned off half the playa dust caked all over my bike,
  • transcribed my latest Greek notes,
  • smoked weed and sipped water,
  • accepted (Joni Mitchell, Jeff Beck) and rejected (Willie Nelson, Santana, Cat Stevens) vinyl from the Cameron J. Windham collection,
  • cleaned my new official favorite blanket,
  • wrote more words about Burning Man,
  • done the dishes,
  • made a strawberry and vanilla kefir breakfast in bed,
  • folded laundry,
  • and made some love with my lady.

what have you done today? Continue reading

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