March 15th: moldavite doorway to lucidity
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 180
Taught the St. Patrick's Day lesson and talked about Tom Willis's birthday as filler at the end of class. I drew a leprechaun that the kids thought was "pie-pie" (Popeye). So then I had to draw Popeye next to it and do a comparison. I then made a list of lucky and unlucky objects and habits, implored them to tell me some Chinese equivalents. Appraently if your right eye twitches, it's unlucky but your left eye twitching is lucky. A bird WCing on your head is bad luck, too.
After class, I went to Dongzhou, threw the frisbee around with Heather and mike. The field was getting "watered" (random nozzles pooling water while the rest of the field stayed bone dry) so we had to throw it around on the track bend. Tiny painted pebbles make up the surface of the track and it's an injury waiting to happen. None of us Tim Krumrie'd though.
I played guitar for a little bit in Mike's room and it "only whetted my appetite without beddin' 'er back down" so I rode to the music shop, played for an hour. "Ultraviolet for the Mole" is a damn good tune and I'm getting decent at the falsetto vox. For dinner, Jeni, Heather and I ate at the tree dumpling place, punished some pork and mushroom dumplings and cucumbers. Rhys is still feeling under the weather, so Jeni got some dumpling takeaway for him.
Heather and I rode back to my place so I could do laundry. We started watching "Eyes Wide Shut" but then got into a massive conversation about enlightenment and the nature of energy. I got frustrated at myself halfway into it because I realized we weren't defining energy the same way. I told her about Bruce, Roy and I discussing the definition of evil for 8 hours, fun times in the desert, describing the way the gnarled rock and terrain can be touched with your eyes.
When she left, I dotted our foreheads with moldavite oil, which gives vivid dreams. After the badass talk, I wanted to continue the cerebral exploring. I did have odd, nearly lucid dreams. At one point I was riding in the back of a station wagon talking about going on tour, riding out I-70 toward the desert, talking with people from out there, meeting and hugging my brother's string bean son who looked like a clothespin soldier after his growth spurt and who doesn't exist in real life. My brother and his wife were in a police station, having cut their honeymoon short because someone at Tom's company died, and their wallets might have been stolen as well. I remember seeing a "Montana &McDeviltoast" sweatshirt in a thrift store, Middletown nearly flooding, crying from joy. I almost slept through my mental alarm clock.
Taught the St. Patrick's Day lesson and talked about Tom Willis's birthday as filler at the end of class. I drew a leprechaun that the kids thought was "pie-pie" (Popeye). So then I had to draw Popeye next to it and do a comparison. I then made a list of lucky and unlucky objects and habits, implored them to tell me some Chinese equivalents. Appraently if your right eye twitches, it's unlucky but your left eye twitching is lucky. A bird WCing on your head is bad luck, too.
After class, I went to Dongzhou, threw the frisbee around with Heather and mike. The field was getting "watered" (random nozzles pooling water while the rest of the field stayed bone dry) so we had to throw it around on the track bend. Tiny painted pebbles make up the surface of the track and it's an injury waiting to happen. None of us Tim Krumrie'd though.
I played guitar for a little bit in Mike's room and it "only whetted my appetite without beddin' 'er back down" so I rode to the music shop, played for an hour. "Ultraviolet for the Mole" is a damn good tune and I'm getting decent at the falsetto vox. For dinner, Jeni, Heather and I ate at the tree dumpling place, punished some pork and mushroom dumplings and cucumbers. Rhys is still feeling under the weather, so Jeni got some dumpling takeaway for him.
Heather and I rode back to my place so I could do laundry. We started watching "Eyes Wide Shut" but then got into a massive conversation about enlightenment and the nature of energy. I got frustrated at myself halfway into it because I realized we weren't defining energy the same way. I told her about Bruce, Roy and I discussing the definition of evil for 8 hours, fun times in the desert, describing the way the gnarled rock and terrain can be touched with your eyes.
When she left, I dotted our foreheads with moldavite oil, which gives vivid dreams. After the badass talk, I wanted to continue the cerebral exploring. I did have odd, nearly lucid dreams. At one point I was riding in the back of a station wagon talking about going on tour, riding out I-70 toward the desert, talking with people from out there, meeting and hugging my brother's string bean son who looked like a clothespin soldier after his growth spurt and who doesn't exist in real life. My brother and his wife were in a police station, having cut their honeymoon short because someone at Tom's company died, and their wallets might have been stolen as well. I remember seeing a "Montana &McDeviltoast" sweatshirt in a thrift store, Middletown nearly flooding, crying from joy. I almost slept through my mental alarm clock.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 3/15/2005 08:29:00 PM ]
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