resolution

my hope is to share (even) a sliver of all the beauty i've seen.

soy v. almond

last night i made the switch from soy to almond milk, on counsel of my meditation teacher. Saylor had told me to make the move months ago, but i ignored his wisdom.

this is beside the point.

the point is that (allegedly) soy milk adversely affects your boy qi by increasing estrogen levels in the bloodstream, and i need all the help i can get...

yesterday, continued

after Jache left, i ate Indian food with a meditating rabbi from Canada, and upon my return i put on Jim Croce as the Madness descended. i wrote for hours and drank decaf, but this is beside the point.

the point is that on the way to the restaurant, we were serenaded by the screaming sounds of Dolphins fans as the team edged out the Jets. my friend looked at me and asked "what's that?" i told her, "that's my pratyahara practice."

the dangers of re-gifting

Jache and his girlfriend came by this afternoon so i could re-gift her a t-shirt...

the next thing i knew i was mid-rant, talking about Stravinksy, Raskalnikov and a hotel room near the Meadowlands, New Jersey. i tried to explain the necessity of laying the proper groundwork, of building a firm foundation so that what is to come might be properly understood. Jache looked me dead in the eye and said:

"this is going to require a Venn diagram."

a change of plan

i was going to write about backgammon and the joys of Bedouin pants, but i just received a text from Saylor with pictures of the sketches for the chapbook.

they are amazing and i am excited to know that we are closing in on the final stage of the project. it was initially conceived as a conceptual art piece cum treatise on duality and romance, but has ultimately found equilibrium as a stand-alone with the potential for serialization. so long as i love the ones i cannot touch,

this poetry may never cease...

experiments, all the way down?

thirty-odd years into the Experiment, one month into the experiment, and one holiday afternoon of this experiment:

Jache and i spent the afternoon trying be Jewish, gorging on Chinese food and then going to the feel good Nazi movie of the year. the food was good, the movie was lousy, and we spent most of the night just looking back and forth at each other like two 13 years who just paid for Pez dipped in acid.

"are you feeling anything yet?"
"maybe, are you feeling it?"
"i think so."

but at the end of the night we were still just a couple of goyim on a man-date.

disgusting

i was going to write about waiting and wonkiness, but i was just informed by my host that she would be preparing cauliflower mash tonight, some sort of repugnant substitute for mashed potatoes. i told her i would be having none of it, based on my belief that the cauliflower is some sort of monstrous, disgusting alien life form.