Monday morning, I embark on new routines. I try to wake between 7 and 8am. I eat all meals at home, so for breakfast I brew coffee and have cereal or a bagel while reading my stack of magazines. After breakfast, I type in the journal and edit a previous …
Was it Stella that got her groove back? My San Francisco groove came back last night at a party. The BAAAHs Burning Man camp hosted a fundraiser Friday night in a dilapidated space in San Francisco’s Tenderloin. The “Bad Sheep” organizers asked the five of us on the lighting crew …
I have left youth and skipped middle age. I am an old man. I rise early, I eat simply, I exercise regularly, I am sober as a nun. I no longer find sarcasm interesting. Mockery is similarly cheap and unflattering. I speak plainly and sparingly. I’d like to laugh a …
Ack, August already: where did all the time go? I am still modifying the Platonic Solids Project that I began a year ago. Recently at the Firefly Festival in early July out in the Vermont woods, I did not like much inflating the exercise balls for each Solid. Perhaps there …
I’m focusing on the opposing forces of relaxation and efficiency. I want to do everything better, but more slowly, thoughtfully, and peacefully. My mantra is: 20% slower! Walk 20% slower, talk 20% slower, read 20% slower. Most traffic lights in San Francisco count down for pedestrian crossing. I used to …
When I returned, I thought I would be eager to see people. When I returned, I thought I would want to be out doing things. When I returned, I thought I would need to buy a lot more. Instead, I am a hermit. I spend my day in my little …