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Today was a kind and gentle day; even Miso's hunting involved no
prey. Between editing a magazine and booking a club, the previous 8
months were very hectic. I learned a lot but the
busy-ness sort of threw me off those things
which really nourish me--community, writing, and
making art. Still trying to find a new rhythm,
today was a very good start: played records
on the sidewalk down in Fremont at Adria and Sarah's street
sale, then hung out on the block with Jesse and John, juggling and
chatting at a dead end as the sun set among
puffy white clouds. Playing with Miso, we
learned a little something about cats--their
pupils go from slits to instantly dilated just
before they pounce. It was sort of scary. I
wonder if it triggered some genetic memory, the stored
experience of ancestors who survived seeing
those eyes go wide after being mistaken for
lunch.
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