Blue Moon

Or so... Great anti-climactic new year night after a turn through Cheers 24 hours earlier and some old episodes of the Doctor to keep you company on this cold night.

Blue moon in the skies, so pretty earlier on the horizon, large and red and ever-close.

Will have to wait until 2028 for the next blue moon. Wonder where that will be.

Thanks, 2009. It was fun, and enlightening. I'm sure 2010 will hold similar wonder and majesty, as we work toward maximum freedom and laughter. 12 minutes. Isn't such relaxing wonderful? Should make the levees tomorrow all the more fun. Keep fit and have fun.

el Camino de la Vida

What an email to receive yesterday, upon the happy rejuvenation of the blackberry. None other than long lost Laura, of Generator fame and the famous "how do you say, I would like to kiss with you" line of 2002 I have told so oft. The cosmic jokes of this spectacular universe truly have no end.

Another sign to pursue the Spanish language and upcoming San Fermin trip, I suppose. But it does leave you shaking your head in wonder. Leafing through that journal, it is amazing the spirit and memories that ooze so easily from the old rambling notes - the recording of moments in real time even as they slip away, capturing the boisterous and pure freedom of youth so neatly.

Now it is a somewhat wiser, certainly better educated version of yourself that nevertheless longs for the absurdity and potential of the much loved open road. But always the same strange circling back to consistent concepts, in different times and circumstances - the philosophies of heightened randomness and maximum laughter.

So it shall be again, soon.

Hence it comes...

Hence it comes that play and the society of women, war, and high posts, are so sought after...

Hence it comes that men so much love noise and stir...

Hence it comes that the pleasure of solitude is incomprehensible...

So saith Pascal in his thinkings. But will you say what object has he in all this? Deceiving himself by the fancy that he will be happy to win what he would not have as a gift on condition of not playing.

Men spend their time in following a ball or a hare; it is the pleasure even of kings.

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Wondrous. These nights of swift discovery and boundless conjecture, so simply begun. Too too much conversation over the staggering sameness of experiences with the newborn children, or the gossip amidst the lawyers over bills and harassment, or the foolishness of the frozen turkey bought by a girlfriend and the question of cooking.

Yes, yes, it is difficult to have returned and often there is wondering about what I am doing back at this. Especially amidst this... these stories to which I feel no part and speak not. When did you shave, two asked me today. Sparking only the thought of when shall the beard return.

I now have a spreadsheet that holds a tentative answer. Around the 32nd birthday, it claims, all debts shall be paid. We shall track the progress closely. We shall monitor the upcoming Hemingway adventure and the predictions associated in accord with its verdict on the future. Tarry not, but keep learning, too. There is so much, ever so much, in ancient pensees, that screams so truthfully.

Time for a cold walk.

Musings on the eve of Z's third

"I used to be much too keen to change everything, I think, as if no one else had ever tried before."

So reads an apt line from an above-average Sci-Fi piece tonight. Just crossing off days as the calendar year draws to an end. It really is in the return from the travel experiment that you can fully grasp the thoughts triggered. The truth unveiled in a way that speaks loudly in silent thoughts. Thinking back to those few moments in which what was next wasn't more welcome than the present, even soaked in that freedom. And the recognition of that elusiveness making it all the more powerful.

Good thoughts, looking forward to... Wait, find another expression... shall enjoy talking it over more these holidays with the family, as you brace for a year or two more before the past amounts are properly paid and J future claims control of the cash flow once more. Okay if the time is used wisely, to work the body, delve into the new world of a language, and finally pick up the pad and pen for real. I have come around very strongly to this new-fashioned reality, even knowing how these visions get tinkered.

But at the root of all it's about "want". There may be mystery in the ceaseless exploration quests and toxic indulgences that lead to joyous rapture and lost visions, but long ago you lost your seriousness and need to know the whys. Rather, it all lies in the going.

Still got a lot of leaving left to do. Ah. Funny what you remember. What comes back. What you choose to record. The giggling girls brought home by the bouncer with assault charge pending. The video of the octopus and coconut shell. The failure to learn the days of the week in the country of residence. All the other mundane yet fascinating sport and political gossip of the hour.

What a spectacle it all is. And, almost impossibly, there's really such an infinity more, given the small scope of individual experience (as reminded by J-N odd bickerings)... So prepare thyself, sir. And then, begone again.

Conflict

Remember this time last year? How quickly 364 days can pass. How do you feel about just throwing on a suit, and saying fuck it and have a few drinks? Freedom as the highest and best weapon of choice. And shrug off the rest. La-dee-da.

Pourquoi Pas? For the running with the bulls and the year of Hemingway next year is on. Throw Havana in the mix as well. Cuban cigars and the street music. That's the way we roll, bitch. Nice. And sort through these tedious issues of potential/intellectual/perceived conflict like a Gordion night - with audacity and ruthlessness and delight.

Ah yes, delight. TFI, that 14.28% of the week that holds a little extra aura and mystique. So, on y va. After all, how often do you get to see live accordion?