04-09-2013, 09:06 AM
The workout wasn't particular rigorous. It was just my state of mind and body. It's funny, that sensation of nausea when working out brings me right back, right back to training at Shaolin Temple, or in India, or under 'Stro at SJSU. Only back then, I was in peak physical condition. Now I'm old and weak and stiff. I was hoping with G2 & JrClaw in China, the bosses would be off my back and I could focus on churning out a few overdue articles, but my head is so cluttered that I can barely focus long enough to deliver a cohesive sentence. Subject>verb>object, subject>verb>object - just string a few of those together, stitch in some adverbs and adjectives and good to go, right? If only.
I got home last night to an empty house, save for a few odd carloads of boxes, mostly my stuff, two futons, and a very confused feral cat. The movers were very efficient and S texted (poor cell reception at the new place) that all was well, although we have too much stuff. But we knew that. I was delighted to discover that my bottle of 21-year-old Glen Livet (not Garioch as previously reported) had over 4 fingers left, which I savored in the bath. Then I smudged the house with a premium stalk of white sage gifted to me by a Rasta friend at Sierra Nevada World Music Festival many years ago - I have a proud memory of walking back to JAH Med and having my fellow vols ooh and ahh, suitably impressed, and delighting in the fact that they not only knew what it was, but could admire its quality. Then I passed out. I snapped awake around 4:20AM when the Livet gave out, and, tweaking with all the changes, grabbed an old paperback of Alan Watts This is It, which I figured I should reread as Mt Madonna school was founded by Baba Hari Dass, and Watts was his pupil, as well as a shot of Jonny Walker Red which is a terrible whiskey, but my mom found a cache of my dad's whiskey which she passed along, and that's the last bottle. I've been struggling to polish it off, but it's just not to my liking. I didn't finish the book nor the shot. Woke up at dawn this morning, did some sweeping, and then headed to Denny's to breaky as there was nothing in the house. Denny's always reminds me of many fine hours whiled away in my youth with young master Greg. There, I crossed paths with our movers, which was an odd coincidence. Got to work early to find KFM down. It just got back online, so back to work, back to those overdue articles.
Thanks for letting me rant.
I got home last night to an empty house, save for a few odd carloads of boxes, mostly my stuff, two futons, and a very confused feral cat. The movers were very efficient and S texted (poor cell reception at the new place) that all was well, although we have too much stuff. But we knew that. I was delighted to discover that my bottle of 21-year-old Glen Livet (not Garioch as previously reported) had over 4 fingers left, which I savored in the bath. Then I smudged the house with a premium stalk of white sage gifted to me by a Rasta friend at Sierra Nevada World Music Festival many years ago - I have a proud memory of walking back to JAH Med and having my fellow vols ooh and ahh, suitably impressed, and delighting in the fact that they not only knew what it was, but could admire its quality. Then I passed out. I snapped awake around 4:20AM when the Livet gave out, and, tweaking with all the changes, grabbed an old paperback of Alan Watts This is It, which I figured I should reread as Mt Madonna school was founded by Baba Hari Dass, and Watts was his pupil, as well as a shot of Jonny Walker Red which is a terrible whiskey, but my mom found a cache of my dad's whiskey which she passed along, and that's the last bottle. I've been struggling to polish it off, but it's just not to my liking. I didn't finish the book nor the shot. Woke up at dawn this morning, did some sweeping, and then headed to Denny's to breaky as there was nothing in the house. Denny's always reminds me of many fine hours whiled away in my youth with young master Greg. There, I crossed paths with our movers, which was an odd coincidence. Got to work early to find KFM down. It just got back online, so back to work, back to those overdue articles.
Thanks for letting me rant.
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