Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Life's rich pageant

Among the things I'm learning from meditation: The many layers that make up a single moment. Think about everything you experience in a single instant. Think hard. There's more than initially meets the eye ... or the mind.
If I didn't adore the Farm, I would already have left Berkeley. I could go on, but really, that will suffice.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Prague

On Feb. 20, I'll rediscover this city.

Tonight

Adam and I waited until the rain stopped, then went to the donut shop. I chose a little maple critter. "Man," I said. "This is perfect. It's like, warm and fresh and awesome. Its big donut momma just gave birth to it."

Adam said: "Are you going to lick the afterbirth off the bag?"

This is why I love this guy. He gets me.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Yesterday I dreamt I was getting married in front of a group of family and loved ones. I looked out and felt good. I felt peaceful.

Another reason to be disgusted by the Berkeley City Council

Sure, it's okay to shout down everyone' s opinions but your own.

Sure, it's okay to disturb an entire clutch of businesses in downtown Berkeley.

Sure, it's okay to make loud, megaphone-aided, pink-clad asses of yourselves.

Code Pink now has a sound permit and a designated parking space for protest outside the U.S. Marine Corps recruiting station. What will these narrow-minded old broads do when they realize the very people who fight and die to give them their right to scream can't do their job? Not to mention when they piss off Peoples Cafe enough that they stop letting them use their bathroom when they don't even buy anything for the privilege.

Honestly, I'd say about 50 percent of me (and perhaps more) truly loathes Berkeley. You want to talk about a hypocritical, narrow-minded, holier-than-thou populace? You'll find it right here between Ashby and Gilman avenues off of I-80.

Randoms

- I'm going to be published in Hustler. No byline, but still. I'm kinda stoked.
- I'll never understand parents who let their kids run around in public places where it's clearly inappropriate. I'll never understand parents who are determined to make their kids the star of the show, no matter how uncomfortable it makes everyone else in the room. And if you think that pisses me off, you should talk to Adam.