heard on the street

"life is merciful."

stay out of the deep end

swim. stay afloat. close to shore. splash whomever needs splashing. (dreams)
next topic: civil disobedience: standing up and speaking not against 'them' but for 'us.'
and, thoughts create things, so how are you creating? from what place do you vibrate acceptance, peace, abundance, gratitude, creativity, and happiness? from what strength do you know to swim? survival instinct, of course; then what: nourishment. nourishment.

bad habits

oh sheila

no i was not texting while driving; i was blogging.
man, bay area radio is so dope: kpfa, pacifica, kpoo, kalx, valencia.
talkin' 'bout olly north bullshit and the aftermath: this society produces madness.
deep, institutional, personal/communal violence and distrust of law enforcement.

meanwhile, give me a man who can sing like prince?

the struggle is real; horns, horns and more horns

fog horns
one of the best sounds of SF
and i heard one of those old car alarms: the car horn style, remember those?

people moving
street alive
post eclipse
stuff changes

gimme the dwight, hold the whiskey.
happy birthday john lennon, peter tosh, pj harvey.

wednesday, leaf blower, lunar eclipse

dark moon: what is lost? what to leave behind? what to keep hold of.
visual audio fun
where are you right now? how does it feel?

midday lately i start to die.

dwight yoakam 'fast as you' revives.

some bullshit

let's play where is my car?
let's play love song of the day\
i seriously can't find my car

blessed unrest

your love is pure

martha graham (re: title)

day 12, day 210, day 16,341.

nothing to be done. can you do it?

"just a lone chromosome on the microphone" zionI.
best lyric heard today. yesterday i liked so long so soon. someone at hardly strictly bluegrass.

sounds of the street tonight

d'angelo, and someone shaking a can of spray paint

nina simone this week doing leonard cohen covers and being quoted on bar bathroom walls and emphemerous digital voids: you have to learn to get up from the table when LOVE is no longer being  served.

day two oh seven (or 9, depending): has my relationship to the car alarm changed?

when i heard it at 515am it stirred the same nervous anxiety and judgement as it has always, its nature is to alarm. the anxiety is on the surface about not disturbing my son's sleep; deeper it's about humanity's never ending stupidity.
over all i would say my relationship to the car alarm has changed: i have even heard it as beautiful, as a beat accompanying electronic music; i have considered its place in the zen landscape- what does your mind do with this annoying item?
there is acceptance. there is resistance. there is sadness. what are they protecting? what are they afraid of? what treasure is maintained? how does it fit into the magic world?