12.19.2012
Yesterday I
shopped for something to hang on the wall in room five and bought two packs of
Tibetan flags, imagining hanging them all over the room and…it sounded
collegiate so I hung the flags across the 103ft railing of the building and I
still have nothing to put on the wall except my matted images. Does it smack of anything unhealthy? Please Lord I do it because I have nothing
else.
I will be so
glad. Four years is a long time to
anticipate. Wrong or right only the
meaning of the coincidence will remain unresolved, God of course will also
remain unresolved. You’re the dude, the
master and the maker, the destroyer and the bruiser. Twenty six and seven year olds dead. It is the last sign.
Are your
arms too short to box with God? Here’s a
hint: the mystery of the left jab. Take God in close, real close, so close God’s
almost behind you and then taunt, distract, mock, and up with a left to the
marbled chin and bam, God’s scratching dandruff on lane 9 at http://hartfieldbowling.com/.
Two upper
middle aged mainland Chinese check into room one and it’s not even noon. Their guide says we’ll see you at six and off
he goes, the woman pulls the chair out and a commentary comes forth. On the edge of a cliff where paragliders jump a circle
of women and children sing and clap and bang drums, a truck, the first to be up
here in a week, unloads rebar at the former house across from the banyan
tree.
It isn’t
hard to admit I am wrong. And come
Saturday I have no place to hide. The
people closest to me here will no doubt say there goes john dai, in disgrace,
so fooled, misled so many, ok to mislead someone means they actually believe(d)
a miraculous moment would transform all humanity but we plod on. What does the world need? Only that which the maker of this universe
has promised to do.
It is chilly
again, Maya takes and Didi washes the clothes after we removed the blanket
covers from five blankets. Facebook will be deactivated at the end of Thursday. Social media. What a concept. It can work but really, it is the penultimate paradox; connecting with others from far away, disconnecting with others sitting next to you. I became addicted to it, but it is much easier to quit than smoking.
Would this
be a good time to recap the last four years?
Ha, is that possible to do with any brevity?
Dr. Laura
from Larrabee Iowa, December 2008
Sativa
Divinorum and the Caucasoid Shaman December 2008
Across India
January 2009
Goa March
2009
Sarangkot
April 2009
23 April,
2009 Al-Ain, in the neighborhood of Al Ameriya, UAE
Sarangkot-Varanasi
May 2009
July-October
2009 Nepal, India, China, Hong Kong, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle,
Vancouver, The Soo, Detroit.
Pittsburgh
Oct 2009-April 2010
San Diego
May 2010
Gazientep, Turkey
May-April 2011
Sarangkot
Salalah October 2011 to July 2012
That wasn’t too hard.
Anything else, any significant moment, event, that started it all but
has told me nothing at all.
Huh?
New Zealand. Three
hours on a hotel bed in Dubai, you went deep, very deep, into the silent depths
of the soul and all that came forth, write a letter and New Zealand. Where’s a Daniel when you need one? Such mysteries leave me thinking many things
until time erases them one by stupid one.
But not these two. Maybe I have
already written the letter I don’t know.
Emails, faishbook, comments are today’s letters, right?
As for New Zealand, I have no idea. The last colonized island in human history,
right? So?
I have four bags of candles, about forty. One job to do, cut the bottom of empty water
bottles and strong winds will not blow the candle out nor knock over the
plastic bottle over because the heat from the candle somehow creates energy
that it shares with its plastic buddy. I’ll
have to do this to believe it.
I’m glad no one has been reading this blog. Why, look at them Chinese in the west. Would the locals arrest me if I started saying
things to frighten people? No one seems
frightened at all here because they embrace fate or they don't understand a word I
say! Ah Tiksa and goodnight.
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