I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
At work, 5800′, it was swirling snow all day. At home, 4890′, it was raining. Blah. Time to get high; load up the bike, and drive up and out of town until rain turned to snow.
Easily done.
I love my singlespeed.
Then I got to tromp around Safeway, soaked and shivering with muddy shoe covers, hunting for dinner.
And some very, very good wine. Add some blanched baby potatoes, sauteed spinached and walnuts, romano, and a balsamic-evoo dressing.
That bottle isn’t full anymore!
I know this is VERY belated. But: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, big LOSER face!I love you and meredith a ton. And miss our conversations. We’ll have to hang out and do something stupid together sooner than latter. good luck with all the recent changes in your life. ~arielp.s. I love shredded beats! they are awesome and good source of non-processed sugar.
Bedrock & Paradox 
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