Saturday, August 27, 2011


This morning woke up at 5:30am to meditate. Back to sleep. Hung out with Sofia. Read article on Dickens in New Yorker. Watched part of Documentary "Century of The Self". Watched episode 5 of season 1 of Wilfred. Watched Episode 5 from season 9 of Project Runway. Went to work and had a decent night with alt country band called Canyon Creek. Went to see the movie "Our Idiot Brother" with Matthew. We both knew Paul Rudd so it was fun. For some reason it was the most I've felt connected to him after "I Love You, Man". Odd to get to re-know him through movies. Went back to D note to pay band and get Bachata/salsa started. Went to Jeremy's and watched documentary about New Orleans in 3-D (as Jeremy has new 3-D TV), then a documentary about parkour w/ Dante. Dante went to sleep and Jeremy and I talked about the problem of apathy, and about the problem of falling in love, and about dopamines. 1am now, going to bed.

Friday, August 12, 2011

song of day

I Vice Squad

I laid down and fell asleep and fell asleep forever
and in my sleep I dreamed a life up very close to clever.
The life I dreamed was as it seemed and it seemed the very clover
beneath the hooves of a stampede of riders charging over.

I swore then and there that fate was having a conniption.
They waved it off, I'd had enough, I called the big connection
who sacrificed a thousand ships and called it euthanasia.

Far be it for me to canopy below the jungle trees,
so tall they come up to my knees when I've grown to full stature.

Thursday, August 11, 2011


The poem Green Grow The Rushes by The Scottish poet Robert Burns came into my head this morning. I added it to the Extra Credit portion of the D-mail. Then I was dancing to John Schaefer's Afternoon Sound Alternative on KGNU. There was a pause and I did a sun salutation. While I was in cobra pose a Celtic song came on the radio. It was a famous bagpipe tune. I was in a deep stretch and I realized Robert Burns would have known this tune. The celtic bagpipe tune turned into ska. It was a song by the Celtic Ska band The Trojans. I yelled out spontaneously "Burns!" I was screaming for Robbie Burns. I was saying that the stretch I was in burns! I was saying that all of existence, in a moment like this, burns!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

boxing match w/ joseph

dream of fight with joseph snowhawk for charity. fight kept getting postponed. This was both a relief and a frustration. I didn't really want to fight Joseph because he could probably take me. On the other hand I didn't want to postpone the inevitable. But turns out I woke up and the inevitable was made evitable.

then return to watch second episode of Wilfred on Hulu. It is always a thill to find yourself suddenly in the midst of greatness.

Friday, August 5, 2011

It is 2011 already and I brother just shared some trainwreck in the basement talking about how to make a movie work. Now dusk is settling and Flamenco Maestro Rene Heredia is playing a blinding song full of duende, no dancers required. The dancers will emerge in new dresses at the denouement of this song, stamping into the next. Maya is studying how to make an origami flamenco dancer. I am writing a sonnet to the dancers. The duende gets inside and raises the blood, from the ground up, makes the heart beat faster, brings on the wild opposite of all repression and death. Lorca is her name. Lorca Silencia Oro de Selville Square in downtown Kansas City. Well, this is the center of the universe, Arvada, CO, who would have guessed. At least who needs to be anywhere else when you are sharing a show with a few hundred friends, all transfixed by the dancers, the dancers transfixed to the music, in rhythm with the one guitar.