friday night itunes jam session over drinks and bbq on a patio in the haight. candid camera over the soft glow of white lights help to make the moment perfection.
house party with an arabic drum circle. sounds of the middle east on a saturday night resonate deep within. a very eerie feeling. ridiculously sick music into the wee hours of the morning.
sunday early afternoon and over the hill we go. time to do some much needed hiking in mt tamalpias. its beautiful out today. when the sun breaks the fog, the water crystallizes into a thousand shiny pieces. we sit up on table rock and talk about the reallys and the thats cools. good time getting to know allison and ruth better. its always nice to connect on new things.
my mind wanders from the ladies conversation and i stand on the rock with my arms out. the beauty of music combined with the beauty of nature can make you drunk. i love my ipod.
take in all the beauty of the universe. release the trivialities and restrictions that we place upon her. be one.
as we marched down the hill, the sun spliced through the trees making the greens tangy and the background of ocean water look crisp.
bob dill is good people. went to visit in bolinas. here the earth glistens and theres a peace in the air that can still the soul.
im glad i could bring them into a little bit of my sunshine.
i know its kinda weird to talk about a place so intimately. its ok. let it go.
as we got back to the city, the weight of its potential toxicity turns the sky dark. yet, the beauty of san francisco still shone through, and as the buzz of night hummed outside, we began to let the wheels of destiny turn once again.
the remembrance of the day finally caught up with me and i knew i was going to have be still for a minute before i went anywhere else.
home now where i have been for the past 5 hours. snuggled tight in the chair while 1 of my roommates, DJ AM is across the way on the itunes turntable rippin it up.
if no one ever gets this but me, its ok. listen to lapland by ratatat. experimental shit. it changed my life.
reggae at the elbow room sounds like all sorts of heaven, but im not going out. way too tired. the day is settling in my bones and im stuck here. there are so many things i need to think about but im refusing to acknowledge that. not going to think about them until have to.
time to pass out. our house is freezing cold at ALL times and i cant wait to get under that down blanket and curl into a tight little ball. hope i sleep through the whole night. those nights are few and far between. well see. who knows, its been my lucky weekend thus far.
tomorrow is filled with tales of breakfast in bo, a parade of hippies, and lots of frolicking in the park with fairies and elves, co-workers and crackheads.
good times to be had always. man, i love life. whatever youre doing, make sure you do it well.