Crazy dayz
So, I decided to buy a house. Stupid. I have been rushing around, expounding, declaring myself, suddenly swept up in the emotional junk of the moment, and guess what? I don’t have a fucking idea what I am doing or why. The drug of the age is real estate ( bad ride or good). I blame TV, all those flipping shows or Mr fixit goes to Tokyo trips into somebody else’s backyard.
I am coming down , thankfully, without having signed away my life and needing to avoid only a half dozen people for the next month as a result. Oh, and my friend Vijay Balakrishnan (find him if you can, lucky ones) is making remarkable minimalist pictures with his thumb and fingers. Spiritual portals he calls them, and they definitely work. I was talking to a member of a coven yesterday who insisted that the new witch needs a good working knowledge of quantum physics if she wants to be taken seriously. Seems that’s now part of the intro classes. Damn. Even the fun stuff is getting complicated.
For now, s.e.