With the exception of 5 hours of coffee making; Smoggie Catt and I haven't done anything today. A lot of laying around and sleeping but it's felt good.
It's nice to go go go but it's also nice to mellow.
But now I need groceries and that debit card I left at the bar on Friday or Saturday still needs retrieving.
I heard this song for the first time today. It's been buzzing in my head box every since. I like everything about it.
Amongst the adventuring of floating down rivers and camping over the weekend I found this little faerie house in the woods. The roof was caving in but Jackie Jones and I did some quick construction.
I specifically enjoy the walkway up to the house. We didn't see any faeries though. I think it was too early in the day.
We went in search of somewhere. We found somewhere else. We wandered into Smallville USA in Southern Washington. I don't recall the name of the town. The water was colder than I expected; but after a waddling around it felt decent.
The rocks were slippery and slimy, the little fish and tadpoles didn't fear a thing, and the kids were "hunting" out crawfish. There was the most gorgeous view of Mt Hood; but all I could muster was this mediocre photograph.
All just a blink from Portland on this sunny, summer day.
I don't have any photos, but I'm living so hard and it feels so good.
I am in love where I am and what I know. Stuff is happening.
Life is right; It don't always makes sense, but that's what makes it fun.
I wish that people could thought as much as they speaked. If you get what I saying then you understand my reservation to speakings and inclination to hiking.
In other words I see no reason to "return to reality" ever again.
Life is but a dream. So dream big. That's all I got. More soon. Not now.
I went on a bike ride just a little bit ago.
I biked up Mississippi Avenue. I have to admit it looks a lot better on a bike than it does walking down the sidewalks.
Along the way I ran into my old neighborhood coffee shop; Red E. I know there are many more coffee shops I need to try in Portland but this one is my favorite thus far. It just FEELS right.
It feels like I want my common area of my home to feel. It's simplicity of wood furniture and wood floors are key to the atmosphere I think.
But the baristas... they're all so unique; subtle enough but easily remembered. It never feels stressful in there. I've seen the cafe full of people and it never feels like they are working. Don't get me wrong they're on point, but their isn't the sense of anxiety that you get at some coffee establishments.
I didn't realize Justin Timberlake had put out a music video for "Tunnel Vision". It will definitely keep you entertained; between beautiful girls, cool visuals, and Justin's smooth dance moves it's a 7 solid minutes of eye candy.
Damn man; JT hasn't stopped swinging since he came out of hiding. Anxious to hear the second part of 20/20 Experience.
I've recently began opening at work again. Something I did all the time in Gainesville, but it wasn't until recently I lived close enough for that to be a reality in Portland. But the new re-found position feels great.
All of this means I have to be at work at 4:30am, so I get up at 4-4:10am at latest; it's twenty minute walk or 7 minute bike ride.
It's a little hard to get up at times, but I love seeing the city just before it wakes up, and the temperature and low energy in the air is just lovely. This morning I saw the mood still shining bright on my way into the job place.
With this new schedule it seems like my sleep schedule has been 1-4am and 1-4 or 5pm. That's two separate 3-4 sleepings at best. It's weird, but it works and it's becoming a pattern really quick. I'm trying to convince my body it doesn't need such a long sleeping in the afternoon part, but it just depends how long the opening shift is. 8 hour shifts definitely mean longer naps.
"Somedays you just don't feel like doing nothing." -Alfred Bubblecrown
I went to PDX Pop Now yesterday afternoon. It's a 3 day, all local, all ages, free festival of sorts. Where anyone can come and listen to bands play on one of two stages. All kinds of music. All kinds of people. Definitely a cool experience; really chill atmosphere only a few blocks from the Eastbank Esplanade.
If you ever have the opportunity to see the band: Orquestra Pacifico Tropical don't pass them up.
Today:
Finally recording some new A.B. TV episodes over the next couple days. It's long overdue. If you read this blog regularly the subjects will be of no surprise.
Help me get more subscribers. These next few are going to be some of the most heart felt and honest episodes yet.
A lot is happening. A lot that doesn't justify being typed about because I just need to let it simmer inside and people will catch on later.
I went out with Paige, Dana, and Tim Tim last night. It was a damn good time. I don't see Dana enough. She's a good soul. It's really rare to run into a fellow fox on the streets.
I went to my first open mic at a place called The Elixir Lab on NE Alberta. I felt like I was in a mental institute on a pirate ship. Eccentric but in tune with a greater goodness of art and creativity. It was a beautiful experience and I think this will become a regular Wednesday night ritual of mine.
It's one of those experiences you get lost in and can't believe these people are playing just for the fuck of music and expression. How are they not playing to the masses? And at the end of every performance I thought damn.. I wish I had recorded that, but also I'm glad I just experienced it.
I did get video of one fellow named Paris. He is a beautiful creature and I loved every move he made, and his tunes were soul moving, too. I will post that video later this evening or tomorrow. I have too much I want to do today to waste time sitting in front of a computer.
Going to make preorders for my book available really soon.
My apartment is becoming more and more my home with every passing moment. It's a beautiful thing.
I end this blog of rambling with the some words I heard at the open mic night that blew my brain. Simple but exactly what I needed to here.
"Just breathe; you're already there."
OBSESSED with this shit as of late. "Modern Vampire Of The City" is a solid album.
Don't hate unless you watch these videos and still don't get feels. If you still wanna hate do it without me. It makes my insides fuzzy.
"Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth. Age is an honor, it's still not the truth."
Sunset Rubdown - Up On Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Ferel Days
You’re the one who ran in the wild ‘cause
You’re the one the wild called
And you’re the one who followed the child
To save the sun from how it falls
You’re the one who had knives
Set aside for the throats of hunters
But they tricked you with a trinket and a name
+ I’m the one who sat at your capture
+ I’m the one who whispered low
That’s the one who followed the child to save the son
And look—it’s starting to snow!
Whoah-oh-oh-ho-oh…
You’re the one who’s riding about on a leopard.
You’re the one who’s throwing the shiv in the air!
You’re the one whose wild hide will weather
And the weathering takes you from leather
Made for princes to lay their princely heads of hair
Upon the end of your feral days
Upon the end of your feral days
Upon the end of your feral days
Oh-oh-oh
You’re the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name;
You’re the one who lived off a forsaken land.
I’m the one who sat at your capture
And let the snow fall on this whispering rapture
You’re the one who’s kissing your captor’s hands
“Well shit, I know we’re all growing old.
But where there’s a will, there is a way
So way to go.”
Say goodbye to your feral days.
Say goodbye to your feral days.
Say goodbye—bye-bye-bye
‘Cause you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard; (ba-da-dum)
You’re the one who’s throwing dead birds in the air.
And you’re the one whose wild hide will weather
In the weathering days
To a lover made soft
So princes can lay down their princely white heads! OF HAIR!
Say goodbye…
Say goodbye to your feral days.
Say goodbye—bye-bye-bye.
Your highness is holding your chains.
