Archive for the ‘My Personal Life’ Category
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
When Walter visited us at the commune, he didn't talk philosophy. He made a big production out of fishing and communing with nature.
In fairness, he was communicating with nature, but it was more with all things mysterious.
Walter was a curious soul. He was tall and squinted at the world ...
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Monday, May 5th, 2008
At the commune we used to walk around naked a lot— who needs clothes when it's 98 degrees and humid and you don't have Baptist hangups?
We'd smoke joints and work in the garden and laugh at the expressions on the faces of the rednecks who were driving around in the ...
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Saturday, April 19th, 2008
Somebody knocked on the door and I looked through the little window at what could only be a Jehovah's Witness, with his black leather satchel and white short sleeves.
I knew he had a mission.
This was a golden opportunity, so I stripped and put on my thong.
Then I opened the door ...
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Wednesday, April 16th, 2008
My personal vision of superconnectivity:
I never took God for granted— I just wanted some answers.
You can't have a dialogue with deafening silence.
And my bullshit detector never stopped buzzing when I read the Bible.
Preachers gave me a headache and churches made me feel claustrophobic.
Mercifully for a wayward pilgrim, I got cosmic ...
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Monday, March 31st, 2008
U-Roy was putting on a show beachside at the Tree House. I was in a circle with the natty dreads, waiting for the performance to begin.
One of the distinguished gentlemen pulled out a tremendous spliff, about a foot long, and lit it with a butane grill-lighter.
He drew deeply, and passed ...
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Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
The architect had designed the Masonic Temple, which was a masterpiece of faux-Egyptian symbolism. The local dignitaries wanted me to consult on the restoration of the floating wooden staircase, whose suspension was a mystery.
I took one look and knew the designer was a mystic— probably in the throes of some ...
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Friday, February 15th, 2008
You walk up on this beach concert and don't even know who's playing.
Bo Diddley comes on and suddenly you have abundant energy.
You thought you were dead tired, but when that certain song comes on you jump up and let everybody know you feel clean again.
That's what rhythm does.
And if a ...
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