Between the Poles

4-3-07

The Lunar eclipse last night was otherwordly. It was ureal. The
moon looked like a little golf ball in the sky. Is was so much more
3-D than normal, And was an odd slivery pink. Absolutely unreal.
Never seen anything like it in my life. I had seen eclipses, but never
a full one like this. The best part was that we could see the whole
thing from our flat; Stuart, Sydney and I. It was perfectly framed
from our deck.

Then at one I went down to the Mural and saw some of the crowd.
It was fun, as always. I was in bed by 3:30, A damn decent time for Madrid.

Then today was like 22 degrees (73). The fambly: Kristen, Stuart
and I went for a walk in the park. I always take a walk on Sunday.
We saw people playing soccer, hanging out, as well as Cherry
Blossoms in full bloom. Spring has sprung in Madrid.
So tomorrow I start two new full time gigs for work. Looking
forward to it. One with Cortfiel (clothing) and the other is the bank
(Banesto). What else would you give a chicken fart about?

I feel like I've said it all before.

Take a little trip back with Father Tieresius
Listen to the old man speak of all he has been through
"For I have crossed between the poles and for me there's no mystery
Once a man, like the sea I raged
once a woman, like the earth I gave
but there is in fact more earth than sea.
-Genesis

Even Odysseus couldn't have learned a whole city in two months.

There must be something more....

Fuck it. Can't think of anything new. How bout this -

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What is up with pillows in Europe? They're really long but not
very supportive. It's like trying to sleep with your head on a crepe!
It just doesn't work. All of my Euro friends out there- isn't an
American pillow more comfortable, or am I just biased?

I now have a picture of Fripp on my desktop. I miss that fuzzy little
bastard. Funny, how attached you get to an animal. They become
non-human members of the family. Even though I miss him, it's
nice to care so much about a crazy, four-legged creature.

Okay.

I am listening to some Wayward Platypus. My iPod is on shuffle.
For those who don't know: Wayward Platypus is a project my
friend Jim and I record together. He writes the music and plays
guitar and bass. I play drums and write the lyrics / concept. I am
listening to an instrumental: A chilling vision of my own fiery
death. It's a crazy time signature and the band is just tearing it up.
Our friends, Peter and Mark, helped us when we played it live.
Peter's guitar licks are ferocious and it's in a crazy time signature
that Mark kills on bass. It's been forever since I've listened to this
stuff. It's always nice when you listen back to old recordings and
you are not horrified.

Sleep is singing her siren song. Time to drift into the arms of sleep.
I miss all of you, but I am well. Hope all of you wankers out there
are doing well also. What's the craic?

Hug all your kids for me. Water all your plants. Defrost your
freezer.