where your heart is.

it might just take you away

another place

change of state

i'm not the same anymore.

If I changed like this, from one little trip. What is going to become of me in Europe for 5 weeks?

"He had never been on a boat before. Though god knows he's lived against the river all his life."

-Ondaatje

The Smiths Please, please, please, let me get what I want

my grandpa's dad, circa 1930something.

Nowadays we have hundreds (or more) photos of ourselves. Doing this, doing that. If you had to choose one photo to personify your best traits, or offer a sketch of your truest form (to future generations) which would it be? 

The image above is perfect. I would prefer something closer to this. In the moment, classic apparel. Nothing fancy or surpassing plain and of necessity. Caught in the hustlebustle of some sort of daily grind. Grit in mouth. Mind preoccupied on everything but posing.

more on birds.

all i can do here is listen 

to the swaying of the palms

pick the lemons of the trees

listen to the woes and to's and fro's

of ten bumbling hummingbirds

and i find myself caught in the gossip

of the desert trees; all the desert dreams

being birds.

Social center of all the desert
where birds meet to fluff feathers
I hear them saying to one another;
"Hey lovedove won't you let me
be under your wings?
Will you listen to the songs I sing
Can we just be featherlovers forever dove?"

freud freunde

ff.

this makes me long for paris. is it possible to be homesick for a place you've never been?

c'est cali

I've been having a lovely time down here in California. 65 degrees works for me.

Happy hour starts at 2pm but officially 4:30 at Mama Gina's.  Prior to supper at the fabolous Mama's I will bike ride around the Club, and find a lemon tree. After I've retrieved the lemon, I mix a vodka.  I guess it's sort of like pre-gaming for a bar. Only better. Drinking in the sun is nice, and by nightfall, you're sober. The only downside of this whole even is I'll never be able to use a lemon again. They all will taste rotten in comparison to one RIGHT off the tree.

Someone should have told me to stop shopping at three pairs of shoes, but no. Especially since I've spent under a $100 on these five pairs and three of them are an absolute necessity for the next few months of my life. And then I continued with bathing suits, cardigans, Tshirts, blouses, etc. I wish I had someone to stop me.

Also I've been reading by the pool and late at night in bed when I feel the weight of the time change. I'm nearly finished Coming Through Slaughter, by Micheal Ondaatje. I've polished off Plato's Apology and I'm onto Charmides.

Tomorrow morning I'm hiking up in the mountains, bright and early. We'll finish off the morning by going for an espresso on El Paseo.  If I'm full of energy afterwords, I'll go for a swim and a bike ride. 

There is strange and interesting wildlife here. Varying from roadrunners, hummingbirds, and corncob eating dingbats. America is weird.