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Rockport, Maine
Why am I here? It seemed like a good idea at the time. I suppose I'm on a quest to find a mate that won't sap me for everything I'm worth. I've done that, it didn't work out too well. I met someone, but so far it doesn't really feel like it's panning out well ( Read more... ) -
wair the time went
June to September were spent in Portland Oregon. More friends, some old ones, unforgettable adventures. Mostly sleeping outside. There were plenty of little triumphs and let downs. Every day was a page in a miracle of some new paradigm of humanity unfolding. I have to say that the city must have been invented by skateboarding wizards ( Read more... ) -
Magic broom.
Symbols are a marvelous phenomenon for both revealing the contents of character, and for changing them ( Read more... ) -
The tower.
I had a dream that my world was turned upside down. Well, rather that I was living in a high rise, but rather a multi floor mansion built into a high rise, and that there was a fire within it. I remember smelling that distinct smell of "burning house" - wood, plastic, all kinds of noxious. I remember that although the frame was stone - the floors ( Read more... ) -
More of this
Being gifted a nice guitar (it's a guild, weighs about as much of 3 of my beloved jungle-beater guitar) from one of the nurses has left me beyond words. I am so thankful, I don't even know where to begin, but I'll take a swing at it and just list some of the things in my life that I am very thankful for ( Read more... ) -
In recovery...still
The journey to being healed has been a long one, though it has been fulfilling in a number of other ways. My main intention of coming and posting tonight was because I wanted to make a note about the wacky dream I had last night before I woke up to the sound of an alarm of somebody coding out on the floor I'm on. So, the dream ( Read more... ) -
A door.
It would seem that the powers that be want to keep me in the hospital possibly through the weekend, due to the fact I have only a thin layer of flesh between my calf muscle and the outside world, and I'm still quite vulnerable to reinfection ( Read more... ) -
It really is
It really is that difficult to keep this thing regularly updated. The conditions this time that allow this to take place begin at Kahenna beach in lower Puna, one week ago. It involves catching a nice (7.5- 8ft) wave, right in the sweet spot and riding it to shore, and then scraping my shin on a rock. Not a sharp rock, not a remotely exciting rock ( Read more... ) -
Devel(op)
It's been awhile since I've had access to technology. My days are simple and full, I've been keeping up with writing at least a new song every week, and those that I've shared them with have responded positively. I have been busily inventing, testing, and questing, as well as plenty of gardening ( Read more... ) -
Home.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puna,_Hawaii
Plans in the works...still waiting for a break in the weather.