I feel like all I've been eating lately is quinoa in different variations. Not a bad thing - eating quinoa hardly equates with eating, say, pizza and french fries all the time. So, yeah, I love quinoa and you can make it for me any time you wish. Tonight, I had it with raw garlic, sliced beets, feta cheese, split peas, chia seeds, and steamed broccoli and mushrooms. Fortify thine self!
My Dark Tower re-read continues. I'm on the last last installment, The Dark Tower. It's been a few years since I last read it, so in a way, it's like I'm reading it for the first time. I know many readers weren't pleased with the ending, but I liked it, felt it was suitable. We'll see how I feel this time around.
My dad's birthday was last week. Kind of tough, but not so bad. I had a vivid dream about him the night before (O where are you, Dad?) but it didn't flavor the day with much melancholy. I visited with my mom after work and it wasn't a sob-fest or anything. Now that my mom has Mimi in her life, there is more joy and comfort, less sadness and grief. Mimi is such a cute little affectionate rascal; it's hard not to smile in her presence.
I was just reading an article about Paul Pierce and it got me thinking about watching Celtics games with Adam. Seems like forever ago while also seeming like yesterday. Time is a paradoxical magician. I wonder if I'll ever see him again. My guess is no, but what the fuck do I know. Speaking of time passing, I have boxes of recordings from the "old days", music I made with bands, by myself, and with Adam. They've been in my closet for almost a decade collecting dust. I haven't been adverse to diving in, but I know that when I do, it will be a rabbit's hole that might stir some shit up, if ya dig.
This coming weekend is fairly booked. On Saturday, Spira and I are going to see Gravity (we better - I'm afraid it's going to leave the theaters soon and that would bum me out) and Sunday I head to Tracy and Ray's. Maybe I'll crash at Janelle's that night so my commute to work the following day will be easy-peasy.
Been listening to the new Midlake album courtesy of NPR. Man, they're channeling everything I love about music, especially old school Prog rock.Tomorrow I plan on get rip-roaring high and absorbing the fuck out of that album. Pardon my French, but I'm feeling enthusiastic.
Think I'll go watch the latest Walking Dead episode. So far this season is shaping up to be a fine one. Or I'll open Pandora's box like I've been doing and delve deep into conspiracies. We'll see, children.
And I'll meditate. Nothing is more important in life. You think I kid, but I'm serious.
G'night, hellions.
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