papat

ok, so it's been far too long since I put much heart into one of these

tonite, i remedy that



it seemed from far off that this day was destined for auspicity

yet sometimes things align

and other times they collide




today, nay, this week has been more collision than alignment


ahhh, but where to begin?

haven't i already written this before?


no, this was a different week entirely


from ram das to roller derby

mighty mice and tenacious little ants

transmutational hearths, and millennial music from India

writhing under houses

and playing with trays of regrettably fake mud




and a missed party
that once a year affair
but where am i
in my mind

?

papa is tired
and ma belly is all grumpy
this tea loves me
water warmed on top of the woodstove


pandora is plugged into ustad ahmjad ali khan (and doing quite well with the mix)



i do still need to find my way to some externally applied hot water
(that under-house funk somehow found me beneath all my layers of clothes, gloves, respirator, bandana, headlamp and safety glasses)

ya see, I was meant to be evicting some mice from a friend's rental property i took it on as a favor at first, unaware of the places it would take me


the underside of an old, old house is not a fun place to be


ah, but now i have tea

(did i mention that?)


actually, I don't

(not warm enough yet


so i stoked the dying embers and added another log or three to that plate steel behemoth of calcination)





beatrice bruises introduced me to my first live derby bout

(yep, how cool is that??)


that shit is sick
(derby, that is and, well, my luck)


anyway,
i get it now, girls derby is uber-doober awesome we have an accord



and i watched a derby doc last nite blood on the flattrack: rise of the rat

2006 era, seattle scene

good footage and interviews n' shit




i give it a noobie thumbs up


but i'm not really obsessing about it

really



mostly, i've been working

and working

and driving my kids around

and cooking and cleaning

and cleaning and cooking

and working

and other obligatory activities too banal to itemize


except:

seeing the coup this last wednesday



(not entirely epic, but a better than average show, and I just needed an excuse to go out and work some funk out on the floor)

and a little rework of my altar as i remembered some passed friends and past ones, too





ah, now my tea is hot, and that fire is kicking out some serious heat

ok

new plan

stoke this fucker up
strip down and deeply warm my muscles just enough to tolerate that brief chill of the hall and bathroom before the hot water does its trick

then reread and edit this silly blogito before I hit "share"

ready?

break!


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yesss, very good indeed


80 degrees in the living room (my carbon footprint is offset by the 45 degree bedrooms --gah, i should include celsius for you non-farenheit folks lessee ...27 and 7)


well enough of my mental monkeys flinging poo all over your screen

i'm off to tune into my achy belly and get cozy with my breath


oh, and zakir hussain

yeah, that dude kicks some tabla ass


...couldn't make up my mind on a vid for him, so ya get anoushka shankar instead ...she also kicks ass, but sitar ass, not tabla ...annnd she's much cuter to look at