Gonna go where the bright lights and the big city meet

It's a beautiful day. It should hit 70 , which is welcomed and also somewhat disturbing considering it's early March. Global warming notwithstanding, I'm going to enjoy it. I hope it's this nice next week when V and I head out to Western MA for our long weekend getaway.

 (Nice segue, eh?)

We'd been looking for a while and finally found a place that had everything we're looking for. Air B&B saved the day. We're renting a place from a really nice couple in idyllic Beckett. It's a beautiful little house off the beaten path but close enough to diners and shops should we decide to venture out (we may, if only to go horseback riding and check out the Norman Rockwell museum). No neighbors in sight, no light pollution (o the stars!), and over an acre of land with a stream in the back yard. An introvert's utopia! We're excited and counting the days.

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Tonight we're going to see The Witch. We'll walk into Davis Sq. with my vape pen in active use and the birds chirping in celebration of the warm weather. Spring in March is okay with me. After last winter, we've earned this.

V will pick up a laptop for my mom today (long story) and will probably pick one up for me since my PC has been dying a slow death for a while. It's nice being able to afford stuff these days. 

Okay, my sweet ragamuffins, it's off with me.

So I'll continue to continue

Veronica and I have been together six months and it has been a truly wonderful experience. She is my soul mate. We both knew this right away, before we met in the flesh. We've been inseparable since the beginning and every day has found us deeply in love, mooning over each other in milky ardor. We haven't fought or argued once. Maybe that's hard to believe - I bet it is - but it's the truth. We communicate really well among other things.

Anyway

The whole experience has been surreal. For both of us. She isn't just a part of me, she is me. There was a time earlier on in our relationship when saying such a thing would make me feel a bit self conscious for making such a bold statement, that no one would buy it, that I was just caught up in the glossy excitement of new love. Not anymore; I know what I know because I've been living it. It's been six months. Maybe we're still in our honeymoon phase. Maybe. If so, it's been a nice long one.

Time for some yoga. I've been practicing daily and bulking up some. And I'm still hustling up and down six floors of stairs four times a day. I dare say I feel more fit than I ever have. It's a nice feeling.

Alright, time is limited. It always is these days. Time to hit the mat.

Lots and lots of pothead pixies riding around in teapot taxis

I'm having some trouble focusing this evening. Maybe I'm tired. A wild storm rolled through around three thirty this morning and gave zero fucks about waking everyone up. The thunder was mighty loud.

It's nearing the end of the week and my brain has just about had it. I'm listening to Gong, one of the very best progressive bands, particularly their early to mid seventies period. I have iffy plans concerning practicing yoga this evening. I may, but I'm thinking a night of passive intake might be the way to go. As it is, I'm writing a shitty post and am fading fast. Maybe Billy has something that will infuse some clarity in me. Maybe.

V is teaching a class but will be back soon. Should I shower? Perhaps I'll read. Maybe dully surf the internet. Oh, I don't know.

Ok, look, it's been real and all, but I'm fading even faster than I was a couple of paragraphs up. I'm sorry for the lousy content, really I am. Anyway, Gong is so fucking great. Go listen to them or something. Seriously, they've got a bit of old King Crimson, Can, Hawkwind, Frank Zappa, and a whole of their own spices. And maybe a bit of Taylor Swift? Nah.

Anyway

Time to boogie. The weekend approaches. I'm looking forward to it.

I'd say you'd make a perfect angel in the snow

Our office has been a playground for fruit flies. It has been this way for months, preceding my glorious arrival. We've taken just about every measure available to eradicate these cunning fuckers and they've outwitted us every time. I've killed so many, so has everyone else. I'm getting numb to their presence. Well, not quite yet - Fuckers!

After too long a sabbatical, I've returned to reading on a regular basis. I've got a welter of books simmering on the stove (thanks, Kindle!) but the ones I've been paying attention to are:

Passport To Magonia, by Jacques Vallee. This holy grail of ufology had been out of print forever. Over the weekend I discovered there was a Kindle version and bought the fuck out of it. I'm a proponent of Vallee's thoughts about the nature of UFOs. 

Sometimes A Great Notion, by Ken Kesey. V and I recently watched One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and it occurred to me I'd never read any of his books. So far I'm glad I finally did. 

The Cosmic Trigger (I), by Robert Anton Wilson. Like the above-listed PTM, this book, while not being out of print, had not been available on Kindle until recently. I could have purchased a physical copy - it really wouldn't have put me out much - but I never did. Strange, because I've been dying to read the book for a long time. My impatience with snail mail probably influenced why I opted to read his other works released on Kindle first. Anyway, as it happens with RAW, my mind has been stretched to wild proportions and synchronicity has become more of an assertive presence in my life than is typical. 

 Perdurabo:The Life of Aleister Crowley, by Richard Kaczynski. This one I started at the end of the summer, right around the time I met Veronica. It's a hefty work, but I'm working my way through it.

A bunch of books, and there are more in the queue I'm eager to get at, but they all relate. Sometimes I'm unsure of which book I'm reading. 

Bye

He might never have to know anyone

Last night Veronica and I had a choice to make: watch a Ram Dass webcast or the Elliott Smith documentary, Heaven Adores You. We chose the latter because we'd been meaning to watch it for several days. It was good; a bit choppy and inconsistent, but worth our time. Elliott was a gifted songwriter but he didn't coast on his talent. He honed his craft, devoted a lot of time to it. After our viewing I felt inspired and a bit bummed out I didn't go all in, musically speaking, like he did. Different paths,different dharma. Still, I endeavor to evolve as a musician and I have few regrets in life. 

I've been practicing yoga almost daily and Veronica has, here and there, enhanced the experience with her insight as a professional yoga instructor. Sometimes we practice together. I've also been jogging up and down the six flights of stairs in our office building three or four times a day. It all began when I followed the urge to explore the rest of our rather large building. I opted to take the stairs and by the time I reached the top floor, I was breathing heavy. I didn't like that feeling, so for the last several weeks I've been going up and down those stairs. I still get out of breath - that's what happens when you jog up and down six flights of stairs - but my wind is up and I feel lighter and more sure in my footing. 

That's right, son!

So there you go. Alright, I'm out of here, you freaks of nature. 

See the blind man shooting at the world

It's not easy keeping up with this blog, but one tries every now and again to tend the garden. It's President's Day and the only reason I mention it is because it's the first time I've had it off. Not so long ago, I had MLK Day off, too; another first. Among it's other benefits, e.g. working with friends and making more $ than I've ever made, my job's holiday schedule is kick ass. I'm not going to lie to you, it's been swell.

V and I were just talking about the multitude of synchronicities that have appeared in our relationship since its inception. If I had the time, I'd summarize some of the Jungian events that led me to the aforementioned conclusion. But I don't, so you'll just have to take my word on it.

Anyway

We toy with getting a dog sooner than later. It seems a greyhound is the breed we're leaning toward (Missy D's majesty makes it difficult to consider other breeds). They're not so good with stairs and we have steep ones. Maybe we'll wait until we get another place; maybe we won't. Only Billy knows for sure.

Anyway

I've been playing the baritone ukulele V's hair stylist graciously gave us. I've been playing it more like a sitar than a uke and that is a-ok with me.

Well, the night isn't getting any younger and I've got some reading I'd like to do. The Elliott Smith documentary, Heaven Adores You, arrived in the mail the other day; perhaps we'll watch it if time permits.

Alright, you bonnie lads and lasses, I'm out.

Oh, you pretty things

I'm listening to Captain Beefheart's  1978 live album I'm Going To Do What I Wanna Do and it's so fucking good! If I had the ability to travel back in time, I'd follow this man and his extraordinary band on tour with the zeal of a trust fund Dead Head.

Anyway

Veronica and I have been adulting lately and we're both proud of ourselves. Adulting isn't always a gentle glide through the meadow. Over the last several weeks we got a joint checking account, merged our car insurance and phone bills (V managed to save us about a grand a year), done some home renovation, and other stuff that's frankly none of your business, you nosy pricks.

I'm about two weeks into the new job and it's going well. I'm getting better acquainted with day to day operations and it's totally rad working with friends. And not having to drive on account of the fact that I ride in with Foley every day had also been rad.

V and I have been together for almost five months. On the one hand, it feels like we've been together for lifetimes; on the other, it feels like we've just met. I'll tell you this: every day with her has been an absolute pleasure. We haven't even come close to an argument, our communication is clear and direct. I may have stumbled into a healthy relationship. Who would've figured.

Alright, lovers, I'm out of here. Do yourself a favor and:

- listen to David Bowie every day for the next thirty days.

- watch Making A Murderer.

- see The Revenant

- eat sushi several times a month

-tell someone you love them

Just do these things; you'll know true and everlasting joy.