It appears that blogger is forcing us to accept certain new conditions... so this blog will probably move soon. Film at 11.

On Friendship

I moved away from my hometown at an interesting age. I was 41. I didn't realize how established relationships/friendships are by that time, so here I am, five years later, without a social circle, which I've only just realized (for a variety of mundane reasons). How does one go about rebuilding a circle of friends at the age of 46?

Hell, let's just call it "New Music May"

A friend of mine in the UK is a total fiend for pop music, and occasionally hosts a drunken online DJ session. I have found more great new music through him in the last year than I did in the previous decade. I particularly like any in-your-face music that celebrates empowering people, which this one definitely does...

New Music Sunday

Enjoy!

DELETION

 So, I finally deactivated my facebook account. Sorry, Heather, I know it was one of the few ways that we kept in touch.

I really don't know what it was that finally drove me to do it.  There is just something so superficial and artificial about it.  Which is not to say that online stuff is universally bad--tonight I had a long online gchat with Laura, and it was awesome. 

But I don't like to be calm, and I don't like to accept things the way they are.  I will always struggle against the way things are, it seems.

If you haven't discovered MDK yet, you need to play that video. Be prepared to be watching her youtube videos for the next hour and a half if you do, though. And if you're in a bad mood and want to stay in that bad mood, then you'll be foiled. More soon!

Endless Horizons

I've been in a weird frame of mind lately.  What is it that drives us to do what we do?  Yesterday I woke up and I had no desire to engage the world at all, but today I was a total fiend for it all.  And tomorrow, who knows?

My kale and spinach and radishes have germinated and are growing.  I have them covered in hoop houses.  I go out there and lift the plastic and see the little things getting bigger, and it makes me happy.  And those garlics!  So much bigger today than this time last week.

I remember the smell of the greenhouse in my Swedish grandfather's greenhouse.  He used to go in there and go to sleep.  At the time (I was about 10) I thought it funny, but now it makes sense.  Were but that I could talk to him now, or even my father, given what I've learned in the last 35 years.

I'm not certain what I should do anymore.  "Helping friends" seems like a no-brainer.  But past that, I'm looking at the end of that paddle and wondering what it's pointing to.