A total of 16 hours on the road - 9 hours the first day, 7 the next - and I managed to NOT think of anything important or worthwhile.
Though I do know everything I need to know about Akitas now.
NPR stations: Always oddly informative.
Nevermind.
Everything about this town is way too depressing.
Seven hours to L.A.
My father died this afternoon, quietly and comfortably at home, some family around him.
I knew I couldn’t be there and it’s a decision I do not (perhaps yet) regret. I got all the answers I needed in my last two trips to see him, both times in hospitals. I’m glad he got the choice to be at home, unlike my mother, on whom we had to decide as a family to pull the plug.
I’ll be driving to L.A. tomorrow to help plan the funeral and to take some of the burden off my sister, who has borne the brunt of nearly the entirety of Dad’s illness.
I need this drive like I’ve needed no other road trip. Just me, hours of thinking, and no one to either enable my thoughts and behavior or disagree with any of it. Essentially, the journey inward I started last night continues on through the Arizona desert sometime tomorrow afternoon.
I’m thinking lunch at Dion’s in Albuquerque. I learned the concept of comfort food from my father, after all.
Contact me if you care to join.
No, really: What is it?
Because I’ll be damned if I can find it today.
Send more sorts.
Want to work with internationally known cellist Yo-Yo Ma?
Download his recording of Dona Nobis Pacem, remix and/or add your own music, then upload it back to the site.
Or you can also just listen to the uploads from other musicians, which is how I’m spending my Xmas eve … at least until it’s time to get ready to go to Milkbar, which is still hosting the usual Wednesday goth night.
Don’t know if it will suck or not, but hey, I got nothin’.
Except everything I want for Xmas.
I posted this Neil Gaiman piece last year, too. It’s too good not to do it again.
Nicholas was older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in their factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept frozen in time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.
Yes, you need to read more of him.
I can’t get enough of this song right now.
wake up son o’ mine
momma got somethin’ to tell you
changes come
life will have its way
with your pride, son
take it like a man
hang on son o’ mine
a storm is blowin’ up your horizon
changes come
keep your dignity
take the high road
take it like a man
listen up son o’ mine
momma got something to tell you
all about growin’ pains
life will pound away
where the light don’t shine, son
take it like a man
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suck it up son o’ mine
thunder blowin’ up your horizon
changes come (changes come)
keep your dignity (keep your dignity)
take the high road (take the high road)
take it like a man (take it like a man)
momma said like the rain
(this too shall pass)
like a kidney stone
(this too shall pass)
it’s just a broken heart, son
this pain will pass away
If I had a nickel for every time my mother said it …
Just booked tickets online to see Puscifer on February 15th at The Palms.
For those taking notes, that’s a Sunday night, which means we’ll probably be in Lost Wages all weekend.
Hint, hint.
My friends find the coolest stuff.
Thanks, RR!
