Today is Day #5 on the Premarin 2.5mg daily.
I didn't bother to set my alarm and got out of bed at 10:30 am, pretty late by my standards, allowing me not much time to get through my morning routine of shower, shaving, breakfast, internet, etc, before rushing out the door to get in line for free groceries at the Diamond Heights 1:00 pm food handout (forget the Valencia St handout which is at 9:30, I missed that one).
My mood today is rested, alert, pretty good as long as I don't start thinking about what I am supposed to be doing and how I will likely find ways to avoid doing it. Tonight there is a discussion at the Femina Potens gallery about transgendered and transsexual people as relates to play spaces, or something like that. Society of Janus will be there, it's free, I'm going. Then there are TWO shows and I have to decide which to go to. Flipper + Toiling Midgets + Savage Republic play at Cafe du Nord, and the Zeros play at the Elbo Room. Well, I'd much rather see Savage Republic and those other bands, from a standpoint of musical preference. BUT I was personal friends with the Zeros in San Diego and haven't seen or talked to them in thirty years, so I'd really like to go say hello to those guys... we had some fun times back in the old punk rock days, 1977-79. I don't know which I will end up going to.
Had some weird dreams last night. Met Jack Casady and Jorma Kaukonen (both were junkies) in a really cool house out by some secluded gardens in Golden Gate Park where they lived with Paul Kantner (these are all ex-members of the Jefferson Airplane, in case you don't know). A bunch of Zen buddhist monks and hyper-intellectual acid heads lived there, too, and Paul and I chatted briefly about Jose Arguelles' book Earth Ascending. Then another dream had me and my friends Lenny and Loren hanging out. Loren was wanting to spy in the window and videotape Nick Drake's dad as he sat watching football on TV (for some reason, Nick's parents were living in San Francisco now). I ended up alone in my home, listening to the song "Time of No Reply" and eating strips of black Velcro till I was going to vomit...
I didn't bother to set my alarm and got out of bed at 10:30 am, pretty late by my standards, allowing me not much time to get through my morning routine of shower, shaving, breakfast, internet, etc, before rushing out the door to get in line for free groceries at the Diamond Heights 1:00 pm food handout (forget the Valencia St handout which is at 9:30, I missed that one).
My mood today is rested, alert, pretty good as long as I don't start thinking about what I am supposed to be doing and how I will likely find ways to avoid doing it. Tonight there is a discussion at the Femina Potens gallery about transgendered and transsexual people as relates to play spaces, or something like that. Society of Janus will be there, it's free, I'm going. Then there are TWO shows and I have to decide which to go to. Flipper + Toiling Midgets + Savage Republic play at Cafe du Nord, and the Zeros play at the Elbo Room. Well, I'd much rather see Savage Republic and those other bands, from a standpoint of musical preference. BUT I was personal friends with the Zeros in San Diego and haven't seen or talked to them in thirty years, so I'd really like to go say hello to those guys... we had some fun times back in the old punk rock days, 1977-79. I don't know which I will end up going to.
Had some weird dreams last night. Met Jack Casady and Jorma Kaukonen (both were junkies) in a really cool house out by some secluded gardens in Golden Gate Park where they lived with Paul Kantner (these are all ex-members of the Jefferson Airplane, in case you don't know). A bunch of Zen buddhist monks and hyper-intellectual acid heads lived there, too, and Paul and I chatted briefly about Jose Arguelles' book Earth Ascending. Then another dream had me and my friends Lenny and Loren hanging out. Loren was wanting to spy in the window and videotape Nick Drake's dad as he sat watching football on TV (for some reason, Nick's parents were living in San Francisco now). I ended up alone in my home, listening to the song "Time of No Reply" and eating strips of black Velcro till I was going to vomit...