Read Club

Rian has joined a Yogic Book Group. This:

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780767901574&itm=1&pers=n

is the book we are reading for September.

If one looks at Rian's "What I Am Reading Icon" one will see that Rian has not yet started my Homework. And, in fact, Rian has not yet purchased the book. Nevertheless, I am sure I will soon stir my Buddha. Within.

Inappropriate Clarity

Rian has, lately, been having inappropriate moments of clarity.

Sunday morning, lulling later than usual in bed with a lover, thinking: "Life is Perfect."

And then thinking: "But what is the point? I have everything I truly want or need. I live in a Perfect insular world. I do what I wish. I say what I wish. I am happy. But happy is a linear thing."

Do I simply abide? What is Rian waiting for? What is the point of abiding? Must we struggle to live fully? Without struggle where is growth? Are we put here on earth to coast?

Life does not stay Perfect, of course. And when struggle comes, I imagine Rian shall wish to abide again.

Ants Marching

This weekend Rian must go camping again. Albeit without little people. Which may make Adventuring easier.

Dave is playing at the Gorge. The Gorge is roughly three hours into the desert from Rian's Abode. Dave's concerts are usually...how shall we say?...full of sweet scented smoke. No wise creature would drive home several hours muzzy headed and in the desert dark. That way lies a prettily decorated cross beside 395.

So. Someone Else and Rian and a few aquaintances have a camp site reserved in the scrubby hills. We shall hope the tent stays upright, as last time Rian Adventured suchly a compatriot collapsed atop Rian's tent and slept the night away.

Tis not the revelers that worry Rian. Tis the rattlers.

If the bugs love to bite Rian in the forest, surely the rattlers will love to bite Rian in the desert?

I shall have to bring my whacking stick. Or Sam Jackson.

Possible Truths

"Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route."

- Charles Caleb Colton

In Rian's Near Future - With Smoke Lit Camping

http://www.hob.com/tickets/eventdetail.asp?eventid=37978

Null Void

Tonight Rian must Present at a meeting. Rian's Presentation includes the use of a pointer, notebook, and VCR.

Tis a Presentation on School Safety.

Rian rather suspects I shall trip over VCR cords, fling the pointer whilst trying to regain balance, and pierce the nearest audience member through the nostrils.

Wish Rian luck.

Urned

Rian and The Other Professor have signed on to take a ceramics class in the Fall:

www.spokaneartschool.org

As everything Rian knows about hand and wheel throwing Rian learned from watching Ghost, Rian rather imagines an Interesting Time is ahead.

Triumph

Door, hung. Now Rian needs order hardware, so the Antipodians do not need to use a screwdriver to get into the toilet.

August

Apparently tis a Bad Month for Rian's grandmothers. Rian's mother's mother is now also in hospital with a second heart attack and pneumonia in both lungs. Her doctor predicts she will not survive. Of course, he predicted the same thing a year ago.

Meanwhile, Rian is in the Idaho wilds, hiding from bears and Arayans.

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Threats

Either Door II hangs on Sunday, or Rian.

Possible Truths

"'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'"

- Lewis Carroll

Dashing

Rian's father's mother had a stroke whilst we were in Santa Barbara. It was not a surprise, truly, as she is 95 and Very Frail. Rian's father did not learn about it until she was already in the Scripps ER, which is not a Good Thing, as he is her caretaker...but that is another story.

So. As a result of her stroke her words are scrambled. For instance, she says 'eggs' when she means to say 'bed' or 'Los Angeles' when she means to say hearing aide. And she occasionally sees things that are not there. And she does not recognize her family members. She thinks Rian's father is a very nice man who kindly keeps visiting.

Rian's father's mother is perhaps the Most Stubborn Woman in the world. She is also a Christian Scientist...is that the correct denomination? She does not believe that doctors and hospitals are at all useful. At all. In fact, she despises them gently.

She keeps trying to escape the convalescence home. Meaning, she keeps trying to climb over the rails of her bed and then she falls onto the floor. She has not made it farther than that. And they have to belt her into the wheel chair to keep her from 'dashing'.

Rian should not find this amusing, but Rian does, in the sick way one can only find family amusing.

When Rian becomes unSound of Mind, please take me out to the desert and shoot me. Drop me into a big hole, as they did MMPHL on MMMPHL.

Bad Astronomy

http://www.badastronomy.com

Possible Truths

"You stare politely right on through."

- The Fray

Itchy

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060809/ap_on_he_me/morgellons_cdc

The Thing Rian Did With Narrisch's Frame

Surfers With Flowers

Surfer Memorial Ring

Flowers on the Beach

Flowers On The Beach II

Heartsister's Kai

Reasons Why

Driftwood Village

Moon Over Quiet Waters

Today, midafternoon, as a cloud sat over the point, an unusual amount of surfers began to materialize. Young surfers, grizzled surfers, tanned leggy creatures in nearly nothing, barrel shaped hippies in synthetic seal skin, and bead strung youths in tattered Tshirts.
Rian counted fifty or sixty of these Water Walkers. They all carried flowers, singly or in bunches. A few of them carried children on their backs as they paddled with purpose into the sea and beyond the breakers.
"What is going on?" Rian asked a grizzled walrus.
"Memorial," he said, snuffing a cig on a rock. "Two of our buddies died out there, off the point. An accident."
There were land bound souls gathering on the shore as we spoke, with more flowers and more children.
It took more than twenty minutes for the group to paddle out. When they met they formed a linked circle of hands across water and boards. Rian could not hear what was said - twas too far away - bid I could see the tossing of flowers and the wild splashing of water. One Water Walker finally howled joy or sorrow and on land those that waited began tossing blossoms. Then both groups began to melt away just as they had come...into the grey.
Later Rian wandered down and took pictures of wet flowers against the waves. In the sand someone had scrawled "Daddy".

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Fw:

<sips pink wine> Rian discovered, today, and endless driftwood village around the point, but together by surfers and sun bathers. Endless and intricate, made entirely out of the anything and everything spat up by the sea.
One Hacienda even had an inhome xylophone made of bamboo pieces.
Oh, to live there and be the Driftwood Monarch.

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Today is Old Spanish Day on State Street. A bazaar sprang up between Neiman's and Sach's, Complete with ponchos and churros for hawk, Spanish dancers, colored eggs magicall filled with confetti, and a man and a woman wrapped in boa constrictors.
How Rian wishes I had remembered my camera was in my bag.

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