Don't Let Em Wear You Down
Up early on this summer-like day and back at the throat of living, trying to make it all happen and do it thoughtfully and clearly and not forget even one little bit. Sometimes it all comes easily, but sometimes just getting those pieces into place is more work than possibly seems worth it, huh?
I'm still on my classics kick, just so you know, and I wanted leave you with this little thought out of From Here To Eternity, which I'm currently wading my way through—yes all 800 pages of it. Bananas.
"Everything, eventually, got old. There are gray hairs in this head too, already. But part of the process of getting old was not this gradual wearing down of a man by the seas of organization, this eating away of the rock a man could have been except for these lapping waves of affectionate regard driven by the wind of fear against the rock that always crumbled, finally——that was not part of getting old, or if it was, then getting old was wrong and there was no point to any of it and he did not like it at all, and by god I'm not having any."
So, don't let ’em wear you down.
Summer Light
The Cave Singers at the Doug Fir last night. It was dark magic.
Here's something I grabbed off Youtube from their show at Bumbershoot. Lovely.
arizona on my mind
And just like that, I'm back. And you didn't even know I was gone, did you? I escaped to Phoenix for 63 hours or so to toast in the sun. It was life-affirming just to feel that warm air on the skin, to sit there of an evening and feel it rustle past my bare arms.
But the real treat were the botanic gardens—which you should always go see when visiting any place, cause it gives you such a great sense of where the hell you are, physically speaking. So much color and strange desert beauty in the Phoenix gardens. I wish't I could grow it all in my yard back in Portland, but unfortunately there's not enough sunshine in all of Oregon right now for a fifteen-foot Siguaro cactus like the one above.
Me and nephew Patrick, totally caterpillar and butterfly.
