anybody else sick of these gypsies who put ideas in our heads?

do we control our own fate?

warnings, or suggestions, either. i felt like i was an audience member at jerry springer or trying to be saved , as if! 

that's what i always want to say to anyone trying to save me- as if!

anyhow, idea putting gypsies. topic for this stormy accepting appreciative lovely day.

lightning! thunder! boom!

and how could i have forgotten bob marley?

when one door shuts, another one opens

love hate google. go ahead, psychologcally profile me. try it. no computer can outsmart human intelligence. 

news!!

you can blog and smoke at the same time!

the segway guy tonight ! was playing.... itlaian consertina music! accordion! and he was sort of dancing along on the sidewalk in front of the boys and girls club.
and he inadvertantly got a small following of small dogs and amorous dog walkers!
who knew? must be another side of him we've never seen before! not the usual 80's gangster rap and soul!

one more reason to appreciate this neighborhood and humanity.

time passes slowly

bob dylan. willie nelson. prince. the dils. pj harvey. bjork. sonic youth. david bowie. pet shop boys. yaz. george michaeil. x. alicia keys. tupac. tegan and sara. lou reed. donna summer. cocorosie. anthony & the johnsons. iris dement. dwight yoakam. daft punk. lyle lovett. michael jackson. outkast. lauryn hill. grace jones. bessie smith. too short. coolio. india arie. on and on and on.

stevie wonder, roberta flack. skrillex. (susan, if you are reading this don't google skrillex even if you dated one of the foremost inventors of alternative sound in the early seventies, and we named our cat after him.) modern lovers. leonard cohen. tinariwen. fela kuti. r.e.m. chavela vargas. the black orpheus composer. ones i haven't heard. all of them.

thank you musicians.

day, um, let's just say 342.

sanctuary or sanitorium?

all you want to do is listen to purple rain

woke up grateful for my dream life and my child, black panther and love

cherish

overheard some talk about the sophisticated method of cooking with a fryer, and then a close car alarm- horn style, and then someone's phone talking. oh, it was my neighbor. she's so high tech.

my witch friend talked about her uneasy feeling about fukishima; gonna go talk to the dolphins. and how here ought to be sanitoriums for people who live through traumas so they can escape in safety.

home.

i've been sleeping too well and my chronicling is suffering

wrong blog! reprise

i should be using the other one for this kind of writing.
or, it's basically the same. without the street noise comments.

thoughts become things!

it's been raining, so it's damp out, and it was another quiet night.

love. infinite and boundless.  art moment.

*** basically everything is wrong. there's not supposed to be car alarms or stickers on fruit or fukishima leaking. or malnourishment or monsanto. or unhappiness. oh yeah. right. it's the association with the judgement that creates the illusion of suffering. 

not much going on - tell me you love me, and then go away

i love you too

song for last night

i'm stuck on erykah badu though that album with the trippy blue cover

day 344 if i can count backwards, which is questionable. then what isn't questionable? the rain. the breath.

ugh. there is no street noise. there is inside noise. it's possibly the dryer or heater downstairs. subtle mechanical sound. the fridge. and the hum of this laptop pc. the occasional car in the rain sound. the musics. god they still play men without hats on the radio.
at least it's not kansas.

i enjoy no fewer than three amazing aries in my life right now:  the more you resist pain the more pain you create. http://fractalenlightenment.com/26127/spirituality/turning-wounds-into-wisdom-the-power-of-transforming-pain-into-strength

just want to say something about giving something away and letting it go without expectation of getting it back

it is SO EMPOWERING and SO FREEING
i don't know why

i think it has something to do with creating space

and it makes me smile
as does 'stacks of cash,' and 'love beam,' and 'harumph.'

and at the same time, can you bring back my dishrack???

meanwhile, an old friend (of harumph fame) left the planet. bye girl. loved the way you laughed.

to the rest of you, stay a while with me.

ART moment!

need to get some art supplies. be prepared for a lot of art moments.

restraint!

tonight i got to see the pretty blue lights - the best thing about the new cop.

and had a chuckle to myself:  ha ha! i was nicer! i win.

so, good morning neighborhood! the moon is still out. you get up, check in with yourself, how you feelin today? okayyyyy, good. get up fool!  do it again! this time, with enthusiasm.

for listening, not watching: love.
and
wake & bake retort 

drunk post! yey!

actually i'm not drunk. but i had some drunk thoughts earlier which will probably incriminate me further. day 348. day 17.  (16,143 life days)

first, NO NAYSAYERS. you can just keep your 'bad news' sayin this or that to yourself and let me go on into my magical thinking and step off.

and secondly, you ever be driving and say to that dumbass in front of you, you asshole? and then say, or maybe i'm the asshole, and then laugh. or think the car starts looking like anime?  it's a little pokemon in front of me, that white chevy. hee hee.

on an unrelated topic, tonight my dear friend, yeah, that one, had a birthday, which we celebrated first by marauding. i don't think i ever used that word before. we swiped some jasmine flowers from a - wait, we started the evening buying dimsum and a crowbar- and then we overtly stole some jasmine blossoms from someone's front yard (for hair decoration!!) and then, we went to the beach BECAUSE WE LIVE HERE and made fire, and looked at the red pink orange sun, and then these folks down the way started lighting off sky lanterns, which are my favorite (and i will never finish this sentence, so you can just forget about it), and i said those are west coast fireflies.


fuck, who turned the heat on? it's 62 where is the little circle symbol on this keyboard?  that aries friend and her little posse. the realness of our illusions. or vice versa.

it's a maybe day

science fiction, double feature

there's this little bird now in the hood. every morning around 6 it goes chirpity chirpity chirp trillllllllll

TURN IT INTO ART!!! (too many, not enough)

that rich push and pull
the nights have been undisturbed, mostly, just the loud loud trash trucks and the whistler (girl from epanema) and the other singers. no need for ear plugs. we sleep.
and bessie smith quietly from the porch.

foggy morning.

graffiti wants me.

that night, last night, this night

that night was the worst sound
the sound that reminds us like recent post but negative that everything is possible

you make your life

last night's theme (after recycling) was 'race for survival'

this night, land. the land we inhabit

got home from a nice walk on the hill, beautiful night, quiet, lovely, and there was a candle burning on the porch. a little light from a friend.

there's this one guy in the neighborhood, he must live here too. he's young, like me, he has that always drunk look, even when he is probably not. there goes the shopping cart sound, and the guys on cruiser bikes with no lights, and the single people, some with six packs, some just walking home.

the older guy on the segue (segway?) came by yesterday with his boombox but i didn't catch the song.  you know he's been around. did not see whether or not he was carrying his puppy.

the skateboarder.

mysticmamma.com

day 354

perfect day  
you're going to reap just what you sow.
(lou reed sings this with luciano pavorotti, which reminds us that everything is possible ;)

just read that it takes 17 seconds to manifest something, positive or negative.

this morning, fog horns, white vans, sun.

last night, drunks on the stairs i thought about turning on the porch light but they were pretty chill. we get our share of characters. yesterday, tommy somebody, 65, painter's clothing, in great shape. had a good chat with him about eating one meal a day like they do in africa. staying fit.

and the friends in the east bay said their house had street noise too.  innocence of youth.

let"s read this

the cosmos

and listen to this

queen, save me

the moon is out. round and round we go.

day 356, the car alarms aren't bothering me!

i heard something, a conversation that sounded sane, and a loud vehicle of some sort, but i woke up and said, i choose this. i choose this.
i think you should try it.
then i watched chaka khan videos from 1978.

i wonder how my pisces friend is feeling. we cross in the night. aries is busy this week. virgo, same. leo, same. i could go on. i changed my name. 

day 357 and counting, with some effort

justice.

(what is it? where does it exist?)

instinct. 

yes. but how do you know?

enthusiasm. 

if you can't be awesome, have a sense of humor. 

1. in nature. ? 

balance = justice? time? do all things even out? it warrants an experiment. music seems to contain mathematical balance.

day seven. blank poetry

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true love will find you in the end

day 6, abundance, resistance

here it comes. talking about resistance, anything you are not willing to let go of. shows up as illness.
abundance, for recyclers is that knowing that today they will collect a lot of cans, and caps.
there was noise last night. it was on my steps, it was joyful. i put my ear plugs back in. no activity, except very polite trash diggers and absurdly loud recycling trucks.
i got up early and listened to a talk about vibration/energy/magnetism and polarity. center seeking. the lighter particles move to the inside, the heavier to the outside. avoir dupois.and then i checked out the youthspeaks! website. awesome. getting young people to SPEAK! check it out.urgency and truth, what's in your head. http://youthspeaks.org/arts-in-education/writing-performance-workshops/
okay yey! off to work!
lighten up, beastie boys

thank god. noise.

a young neighbor girl making what can only be described as young girl noises.
people speaking spanish.

then, light rain.

the world is good.
and what you give your attention to flourishes.

my blog is over

i got ear plugs. no noise. well, faint mumbles of thirty somethings. have YOU ever been one of those people, who, innocently conversing as you walk down the street after a good night says to yourself, oh, there are people sleeping here.

dang. now i have only dreams to blog about. oh, it's 859 am, there's that car alarm again.

down with sarcasm!

you guys have a sweet, delicate car alarm. weeeeer weeeeer weeeerrrr. but. it's going off seven times this past two hours. lemme ask you something, how is your car? that thing save it yet? are you saved? and, really?
fuck, don't wanna blow through all my good quotes in the first two days.
so aries bitch recommends playing rain forest sounds all night. i'm thinking, ear plugs. little less to-do.
i was like, is it okay to have a blog about bitching?

my julia child is a 36 year old vegan aries

and she will win the chia contest

day one. i should have called this 365 nights on 21st street, cause that's what it's about. maybe they'll make a movie about it.
the subtitle is: HOW GOD IS PUNISHING ME FOR CHOOSING THE HETEROSEXUAL LIFESTYLE.
okay night one: i wake at 4:15 am to a series of slightly unsafe sounding, melodic hollers, building in level: HOOOOOO! OOOOOOOOOH OOOOH HOOOOOOOOO! someone is being mugged or otherwise assaulted. goddammit. alright. i get up, walk out onto the front steps and look down the street and shout, are you okay? two people's forms are walking away from each other. no nothing. no screams for help.
my neighbor shouts out the window, are they okay? i guess so, sigh. 

night two. i am dreaming, not of 21st street but of somewhere in the other california, oak trees, dry grassy hills.12:51 am  i hear a car alarm, a good close one. and a man and a woman running, fighting, he is chasing her. crying. car alarm shuts off. running tapers off. yelling quiets.  good. drama concluded.

2:15 am, POW! CACKLE! CRASH! kids (?) are shooting trash cans. or each other. paint guns, is what comes to mind. then SMASH! breaking glass. they are throwing bottles. great. i want to yell 'sleeping!' but i don't. don't wanna fuck with teenagers.

2:51 am: one of our neighbors must have traumatic stress disorder from living in minnesota and they feel the need to turn their car on and let it warm up at all hours of the day and night. and they don't use a muffler.

i tried recently to change my mind about the noises here. you know, instead of crickets and frogs like my friend hears in sebastopol, we get car alarms, and digging thru recycling bins.  one life, gotta enjoy the fuck out of it.