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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. |
