you’re listening to: “kcrw dot cum”
okay, i already think tom schnabel’s music skills are genious, but now he has me snorting every time his kcrw colleagues say “dot com”.
thanks tom. it’s brilliant, and dare i say (pause) sassy?
rainbow lunch
each bite feeds flora
they paint my insides’ rainbow
pistachio fest
a hot october in 11215
a few record highs!
october 4th: 86°F (84°F 1959)
october 8th: 88°F (78°F 1990)
october 18th: 77°F (76°F 1968)
and a match on october 7th: 82°F 1963
dna and fractal fibonacci
ah fourier transforms, linear algebraic manipulation on dna pairs, singing a song of organs, molecules, atoms, space and the random occurrence of a particle in the quantum field zero point fluctuations. oh, the harmony of the wavelengths played on the strings of chromosomes, built on fibonacci and spinning 3-d sudoku contrails. and does that suspicious orthogonality exist? thought no longer.
out of thailand and into the ocean of shame
i came back from thailand last week. it was a great time, two full weeks where i baptized my person in her theravadin buddhist culture, with traditions longtime largely untainted, as would have the only southeast asian country never colonized by the occidentals (do we have american carpets?). two weeks was enough to grasp the contrast between thailand’s bliss and the cognitive dissonance in the operation of my homeland culture. case in point: i returned from “the land of smiling people”, moving through japan (land of gas-masked tolerant faces), further in through lax western tarmac, and 24+ hour trip exhausted, into scowling jfk. on one hand, the faces, cemented in their expressions of malice; they left me reassured that no too far dreary obstacles had arisen since i’d been gone.
what happened? is this the way it’s always been, and i’ve been content to let it be? thailand melted away a bit of my own homophobia with her gentle culture, like that warm and loving goddess to her only child. total acceptance of whatever sexual expression feels good and loving between two consensual beings, and these beings as the glimmering rainbow-like forms that are expressions of compassion. she told me it was never a sin to love.
and here i am in america, lovingly breathing our asthmatic atmosphere of shame. it seems we can’t see to do anything other than retaliate in defense from the onslaught here. full of bullies aggressively shoving chunks of their karma around as if it’d glom onto their opponent instead of how it trounces us, like a boomerang striking a bell, the bell in pealing tears, and a ricochet to its new unsuspecting target. someone will have to devise that allergy prescription that’ll return to us those sweet scents of freedom, novartis maybe? ;) then maybe we’ll have an easier time finding time to take a breath, and the opportunity to put our hand to our chin it gives us.
incidentally, i randomly bumped into a tibetan man at terrace bagels this morning. cute! ;)
independence day
rufus gifted me:
this is my independence day from the fairy tales of the label “America” — it was never the America i thought it was, and can only become the America, the pure realm of my dreams, if i set out into the uncharted territory.
i have a life to lead,
i have a soul to feed,
i have a dream to heed