Saturday June 5 2010


DREAM: In a big house sitting at a long rectangular table serving little kids some freshly brewed oolong tea in a measuring cup (1 cup). I’m concerned there isn’t enough. After giving out the last cup I warn everyone, “I only made enough for one serving. No seconds.” Later on, walking on the porch along side of the house. Somebody’s grey car is parked at the end. A few guys are setting it up to be carried off. The problem is, there is big hole in the middle of porch that drops like 40 or 50 feet. I look down and see palettes of wood attached to long wires for people to step on. All of us form a factory line in order to carry the vehicle safely over this big gaping hole. I walk around the hole to start lifting the car and judge the weight of it. Surprised at how incredibly light it is I decide to carry it myself onto the street instead of passing it along to the others. I walk quickly, and with an attitude. I can’t believe we all just wasted our time when one person could’ve just lifted it himself. As I’m carrying the car, it feels more like a toy gun. I aim at people on the street and pretend to be shooting at them. I see Andy walking on some sort of stilts and a tower of random things attached to him, including a TV. It looks really strange. He leans forward almost tipping over but doesn’t, all the while laughing with a kid-like charm.   

Opening my eyes at 4:18 p.m.

Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and Milk. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Work at China Wok.

Big accident at the intersection of First Colonial and VB Blvd.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.

Sent home early.

Practice with Chris at the storage unit, structuring the new song.

Pulling up to the house, Emily pulls up with Emma around the same time.

Chris, Elliott, and Wesley stop by.

Emily rummages through all the mail she missed while she was gone – all of us gathered on the couches – as if she was opening birthday cards that we all got for her.

Drinking a smoothie, or rather eating it with a spoon. I added carrot juice but it doesn’t seem to be agreeable with everyone else.

Talking about rats in the attic…

Elliott: “Rats are hobos.”

Wesley, commenting on the present mood, “It feels like an actual house right now…I always thought this was like another dimension.”

Wesley describes a strange experience where a guy kissed him randomly at a My Bloody Valentine concert.

Making dinner, listening to discussions in the other room about other people’s experiences where the drug salvia was taken.

“Salvia is not 'fun' in the way that alcohol or cannabis can be. If you try to party with salvia you probably will not have a good experience. Salvia is a consciousness-changing herb that can be used in a vision quest, or in a healing ritual. In the right setting, salvia makes it possible to see visions. It is an herb with a long tradition of sacred use. It is useful for deep meditation. It is best taken in a quiet, nearly dark room; either alone, or with one or two good friends present.”
Salvia divinorum User's Guide

Dinner: Penne Pasta with Tomato Basil Garlic Sauce, Peppers, and Onions. Garlic Naan Bread.

Watching some of the latest TED videos.

Researching laser combs.

Attempting to make Salt n Vinegar Chips from scratch and burning them. Better luck next time.

I cut my left middle finger earlier slicing peppers and then my right middle finger slicing the potatoes. Submerging my finger in water and painting the bottom of the sink with my blood as it oozes out.

Going for a run around the neighborhood – the morning light already glowing. My body not used to the strains of running, I start to feel slight pains in my chest but I press on. Just past New York Avenue I see the sunrise light envelope the sky with oranges and pinks. Observing the neighborhood and how much green there is – imagining the woodlands that existed before the houses were built here.  

Eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Watching The Machinist (2004).

Sleep around 7:30 a.m.

[i] Bleeding finger. Image by me.

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