Au Revoir, Aloha

My mother just asked me to keep her 70th birthday, tomorrow, a secret.

Up at camp, the May schedule is already christening our dry erase board. My departure date is up there and it spooked me a little something. Just when I'm settling into my groove it's time to up my moors and hit the friendly skies. I'm not exactly George Clooney in Up In The Air, wait, I'm not exactly George Clooney, but life on the road is my kinda life. It pains me to be a nomad and always worry about not being happy while being still. But moving is exhilarating. Focus!

And I do like the kids! Go figure. Here's the biggest thing though; the kids actually like me. That's it! A discovery. I've applied to teach youngsters how to ride bikes in New York over the summer. Might have to see that through. But not before I drive cross country. Ask me what country. What country, you ask? Canada! That's right. It looks like I may just get the opportunity to drive a Camry from Vancouver to Toronto before finding another means of transport onwards to Montreal to get my car.

And the summer has already promised me Bonnaroo and Rifflandia 3! Generally speaking, spirits are on the uptick. May and June are going to be helluva great times. I hope I don't lose my shirt trying to keep my wheels spinning.

Great experience; yesterday we did a program at Camp Mokule'ia. When we finished, I swiped a low hanging coconut off a tree and brought it back to Timberline. There I spent perhaps 15 minutes husking this thing to get to about 16 ounces of coconut water and jelly. Well worth it! Food is work. Life is fodder for memories. It's all about the memories.

A tall vanilla soy simpatico

Apparently cats are infatuated with tumbleweed. I've never seen my Kate, who's usually so miserable, so enchanted. Recurring theme of the month; simple pleasure.

Yesterday was the day! May is turning up aces. I look at the old adage as a metaphor for my life at the moment. April showers bring May flowers. Fucking eh! So, I played softball at Central Park at 9am. Came home and napped off my Cinco de Mayo hangover until around 2. Then hit the New School at 4:30 for a Korean function. I met a whole host of "new" Koreans. I say new in quotations only because they all say I've met them before. I can't keep track of the mofos. Good people.

By and large everything's vanilla. I still need some drastic change, but everything's vanilla.

Some more if you's?

If you didn't catch Spiderman 3 or 300 on opening weekend, or at all (although I did catch 300 on opening weekend, but it was just to spend time with someone and I didn't pay nor enjoy it too tough)...

If you don't live your life around a job...

And if you ambitiously start things only to lose interest and never actually see them to completion...

You and I may be simpatico!

Today I'm feeling:

strange

Hey, it's just a feeling. You feel me?

A Caveman could do it!

Buenos Aires, April, 2006

The Blow are playing in New York in May. They actually play for free at Bard College on the 14th. Unfortunately, I have a basketball game that night.

Such is the nature of the beast.
Anonymous

I lose! I usually do. I'm just:

waiting for the other shoe to drop
Anonymous

Dangerous Wade! That boy is serious. But the Baby Bulls managed to put him on the brink in the House of Shaq. What a beautiful game.

If I remember correctly, the cabs in that picture run on clean natural gas. They can go from one end of the country (Argentina) to the other on about US$30 worth of fuel. Their engines don't have as much power, but they run farther on far less.

I can clean my Mazda! It'll probably be what I do today if I don't get around to hitting the Cloisters. In December I gave out my Dirt Devil for repair and refused to pay the 75¢ to use the vacuums at the car wash/gas station. 5 Months later, the repair place calls me and when I get there they hand me a brand new one. Does this advocate the slow and deep? Slow and deep. Hmmm?

Today I'm feeling:

like life is my holding cell and Samuel Adams is my bail bondsman

In reality, you should all let ambition be your bail bondsman. Speak on it.

The Grassy Knoll

A grassy knoll, Central Park, NYC

"An unoccupied mind is the devil's playground."
Anonymous

I try to keep a clean home, but even with my unemployed, self loathing, yet domesticated self I find it so difficult sometimes to keep up. I hear superstitious Japs are going to town in the bathroom. I wish I owned stock in the company that produces the Scrubbing Bubbles. Meanwhile, I hear that the faux Pisces are getting on.

Today I'm feeling:

a little better

What say you?