Los Angeleno by birth, Northwesterner by choice, Second-hander by nature. Librarian, housebound chef, father, and lowly subject ruled over by the needs and whims of a very old house. Partial to Mexican, Italian and Vietnamese cookery but will eat damn near anything. Collector of many strange things..the result is chaos and anarchy and a very pleasant place to live. There is pleasure in accumulation, not just "collecting": music, books and film, in all their multi-formated glory. Outsider artists and those kinds of prints you would recognize if you took liberal studies classes in college. Cooking implements and gadgets for recipes still untried or those ventured. Glasses for most types of libations. Flowers in the garden, herbs in the pot. It's a life of the senses and a good home life reflects that. Walking helps take in all the rest. Requires no special equipment, opens up the pores, brightens the taste buds, clears the decks for further adventures, puts on the miles, widens the eyes and helps fuel the imagination.
Live boldly, play graciously and love with all your heart knowing that true love comes only once or twice in this lifetime. Speaking of which..donde estas, Empress of my Heart?
"Lack imagination and miss the better story" Yann Martel
"Life is a great adventure and I want to say to you, accept it in such spirit. I want to see you face it ready to do the best that lies in you to win out. To go down without complaining and abiding by the result....the worst of all fears is the fear ofliving." Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.
"Not I - not anyone else, can travel that road for you You must travel it for yourself" Walt Whitman
And above all, friends should possess the rare gift of sitting. They should be able, no, eager, to sit for hours-three, four, six-over a meal of soup and wine and cheese, as well as one of twenty fabulous courses.
Then, with good friends of such attributes, and good food on the board, and good wine in the pitcher, we may well ask,
Ex-railroad man, homeless guy and library patron. He loved Westerns, biscuits and gravy, his cigarettes and old cars. More than anything, he loved to laugh. Laughing wasn't always easy to do, but he laughed alot. Dammit, Patrick, you're going to be missed.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Out to sea
Tonight after closing I am going beach camping with my Esteemed Companion and her boy. The weather, which is always iffy here on the coast, changed over from sunny, bright and warm to a funky grey haze, complete with mist and an unknown kind of outlook. But as my coworker said, if you have a tent, what's the problem? Everyone should have a go at camping in the rain. And go we will.
Have you ever had a wild stroke of luck happen to you? Something that came about out of thin air, something completely unexpected, something filled with sweet grace notes, somehow topping the "oh my god" meter? Somehow, something I did along the way handed me a mighty fine and lucky ticket to this grand show I am working with here. But more somehow I have been gifted with people who care, who let me know, almost on a daily basis, that my being here is one to the best things that ever happened.
Somehow I think that I am beginning to believe it. At first I thought it was just hard work leading the way, but then I stepped back and realized it was more than hard work, going out and making connections, seeking out the mysteries of the community and making those mysteries mine as well. It seems to be that in the giving you get back, not just what you put into it but much, much more. Somehow in all my wanderings, in all my years of dealing with folk, in all my years in the industry, I haven't caught on to the message, or it was missed somehow, or somehow it was tucked away, like a small gift under the tree, waiting for me to find it amongst the litter of wrap and bows. I found it here, after years of travel, after a lot of thought, angst and indecision. I think in the settling, in the giving over, in the surrender, the decision to be here that gift popped up out of the blue and said to me "here it is, the answer to all the questions you've been waiting for".
Simple answer, truly.
Live a simple life. Be genuine. Love without strings. Give and know that your heart, hard work and efforts will be rewarded.
It's all good.
Let it rain for I am happy! Let's go play in the surf for I am already swept away!