here where i boogie surfed the ocean yesterday in 70 degree temps, there is no cold to shock us, only longer nights along with the conundrum of giving notice on my place tomorrow without a clear plan forward
yesterday i longed for just some land in new mexico to garden on, today i think maybe continued detachment from the ravages of my hyper-rational mind is the first task, and possibly a van to follow
the reason being that acting out of fear tends to generate the circumstances the fear is already projecting, and thus it is essential to distinguish heading-toward-a-garden from heading-for-the-hills
the project of helping to unfold a miracle of transformation amidst a beachfront of runaways with bedrolls may be too ridiculous to pass up
not to mention the previous absurd proposition of making it amidst this urban chaos with these hands and a fiddle
at least it continues the journey beyond my own head, into a world calling forth the very empathic response i seek to abide in
along with a journey of documentation i might accomplish right here, beyond reuters, until the movie comes out
for now, if you want to see where i hang out, try http://obhotel.com/webcam where for half a minute you can move around a camera to see the ocean, beach, pier, the parking lot my friends hang out in, bedrolls on the grass
and possibly a familiar rusty red bike cruising by
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