Make believing is hard to do.
Out here. On my own.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I'm sitting here, in the passenger seat of my house, trying to write words to the song I wrote the other day for Heaven. Odd that some song that could or could not impact the world, could be written while sitting in an RV, in the Aloha RV Park, somewhere in the middle of the Silicon Valley, on a Tuesday afternoon. Its an odd lens with which to view the world. It all looks a little different when viewed past the Fat Man and the Retard. (these being my loving names for the freak show that live next door. did you know a L'il Rascal can be used as a car? well it can!)
Somehow there's something, something! I'm supposed to see, or learn, or feel, or realize or discover or uncover, or SOMETHING!, I'm supposed to get from living in this place.
It has something to do with....
www.packagedliving.com
www.compact living.com
www.mobileliving.com
www.independence.com
www.dinosaurs.com
www.overpopulation.com
www.classstruggle.com
www.retirement.com
www.disposablesociety.com
www.selfdefinition.com
www.rebellion.com
www.Japan.com
www.entitlement.com
Last night I researched turning your RV "green". For about $5000, the amount dI just spent saving my cat's life, you can make your RV totally self sustaining. You could buy a piece of property, anywhere but preferably in the forest near the ocean in Northern California, landscape the land with beautiful food gardens and medicinal plants, get water from your well and electricity from the sun and VOILA! You have everything you need to live in total luxury with a tiny carbon footprint! For very little money you can buy an older RV from craigslist, and make it a guesthouse! You could get a whole bunch of them if you want. For like $100,000, you can create a whole compound that is practically self sufficient.
There must be something about this that I am supposed to do something with....
Why, otherwise, would I be here? And not just be here, but, still loving it more than when it started.
There's something here.
I just don't know what it is yet.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Yesterday I wrote a new song, just the music, read almost an entire book about making documentaries, wrote a few pages in two different film scripts, watched 1 1/2 episodes of an Oprah interviewing Ekhart Tolle podcast, made spaghetti and took everything out of this RV that Nikolai might be able to jump on. Oh, I also went to the store and tried to carry 14 lbs of cat litter home on my bike but it didn't work. So now its Sunday, another day to fill with things to do while I wait for my cat to heal, keeping close attention on him so he doesn't jump or lick his incision. Do you know how hard that is? But harder may be just sitting here for days on end, trying to fill my time with things to do. I'll probably do all the same things as yesterday, only backwards, so it seems different.
In the middle of the day, in San Jose, the light does somethig weird. With no clouds in the sky, no smoke from the fires and no wind...it gets this very sharp, clear, crisp magnifying effect, where the outlines of everything...trees, cars, people, RV's, poles, streetlights etc... look like they are being lit with movie lights. Being lit from all sides, even the bottom up, with this intense, white light. Then around my RV it gets even better. The ground here is covered with white gravel, so the intense light bounces off the gravel, like a photographer's silver umbrella, and makes everything look like its being lit with the Elizabeth Taylor, fuzz filter. So everything takes on this beautiful, dreamy appearance. Did yo ever think you'd think an RV looked beautiful and romantic? Its possible. Come over in the afternoon someday. You'll see.
I didn't go to LA after all. But last night, Polly called from the Dianna Ross concert at the Hollywood bowl, and left her cel in her purse after she called me, so I got to listen to the concert on the phone. Except she didn't understand that pocket concerts are supposed to be THE ENTIRE concert, so she shut it off too soon. Apparently Dianna changed her clothes 5 times. That's a strange thing they do, but I love it. They must know that.
But when you go hear a speech, or take a class, or other events with a person on a stage...they don't change their clothes all the time, and we still pay attention. Wouldn't it be funny if Presidential candidates changed their clothes after they answered each question in a debate?
Or your teacher changed their clothes for each new chapter of a book or lesson? Or if your doctor came back into the examining room wearing a new outfit? And you clapped?
I wonder if Daianna Ross would do that if she became a doctor? Or I wonder if she does that at home during the day?
I think today I'm going to try to change my clothes after each thing I do, and see what happens.
Wonder why singers need more clothes than everyone else?
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