Underthecurrent


what it is like when november means summer is here
November 28, 2010, 11:27 am
Filed under: nomadisms | Tags: ,

Three nights of semi debauchery. Last night we find a new bar that looks like a rec room run by a guy who looks like a biker but turns out to be a pussycat who likes to talk about his sixteen month old kid.

The night before I go to the traditional night club, the one where they two step and drink a lot of brandy, the boys remind me of my boyfriend and I remember how much of him is his culture right down to movements. They are a beautiful bunch of men, broad shouldered and big armed, a disproportionate number with perfect teeth and eyesight. When you dance with one there is no question who is leading.

The night before that there was a big party where someone dropped a birthday cake on the floor and then it got mashed, into the floor, into people’s faces, whatever. The birthday gift was a fifteen pound watermelon, which people began to stick their faces in. Before long everyone was covered in watermelon juice and icing, guys were taking off their shirts and diving through the muck, and it was a beautiful mess. I woke up sticky the next morning and showered in my clothes.

I realize how long I’ve been here by how many people I know casually in town. Going out has this pleasant feeling of recognition. This is a difficult town to live in, full of rumors and grudges, but a nice town to be on the periphery of.

I know I’m on a run right now because after this time in my life it may be awhile before I get to be on my own again and lately I am going through a slow process of evaluating this and coming to terms with compromise. It is harder to meet friends when you’re with someone.

My birthday came and went. Two of my friends and all of my family remembered even though I’ve done the facebook wipe; L.G.’s family was the sweetest and called me collectively on speakerphone to sing happy birthday. His dad sent an early a.m. text that said although they don’t know me well yet they do know that I make L.G. really happy, which was sort of a lovely sentiment.

[Techical Details and Timelines. Right now we’re waiting to see if he makes it, if he passes. The presentation is on December 1st, we will know the results by December 3rd, I don’t think he’s going to pull out. If he doesn’t get the papers this time then we will wait six months for the next panel evaluation period and probably spend the next year here. If he gets the papers we figure we’ll have six more months in the country. Depending on all of this, I will decide whether to get a work visa and do some sort of job.]

Nap time.

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listening quietly to Ben Harper on a Wednesday
November 10, 2010, 10:58 am
Filed under: insight, voyageur

So many storms on the horizon. Lately people around me are swirling with all kinds of disturbances. Luckily, LG is not included and our peaceful weekends at the surf shack never seem long enough. I’m almost sure the sound of his chest thudding and the way he smells lowers my blood pressure instantly and puts me immediately to sleep, which is an odd thing.

I accidentally went to a trance party last week. I thought we were going camping in the woods. It turned out the woods was a tent full of lasers and people on acid doing that three in the morning stompy marching dance. There was a ten foot fire pit that lit up all the trees in the area. A lot of people had that spooked out look, the kind of thing you should take your twelve year old to see before they think about getting too far into pills that make you see the pretty colours too young.

I ate half a bag of mushrooms, I could feel them churning my stomach, my pupils blowing open. For the first five hours I was laughing and dancing and when the biggest rolling parts of the trip wore off I sat by the fire and watched the sparks, aware that for all the scenery set up to enhance the party, nothing is ever more beautiful than nature; feeling like life was good and everything was ok. Through the night I had these sensations of being able to step outside my own mind, to examine my own thoughts as a neutral observer in a really peaceful place. Insight. None of these thoughts were overly interesting, exceptional or deep, but they didn’t have to be.

It was sort of like drug induced therapy. I fell asleep on the passenger seat of Shaun’s truck at 6 am, after dawn.



shipwrecked
November 1, 2010, 11:05 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

Flat ocean, grey sky, warm air. I want: a meat pie, some salt and vinegar chips, a small pizza, a bowl of french onion soup. I have: a little bit of hummus, a sad tomato, some spaghetti, a loaf of bread, some grapefruit marmalade, a packet of soup con msg.

Gravy. Gravy would be very good.

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Lately there are good people around. One of the things you realize is that good people attract other good people. Good people help other people be better versions of themselves. Magic isn’t really magic, it’s just the universe organizing itself by type and kind. [Which is partly stolen from Shantaram, the theory of how the universe is always organizing and moving, increasing complexity].

The Aussie chick who has been travelling perpetually for five years, who had been kidnapped in India, who slept in parking lots and is knitting herself a swimsuit. The Scottish girl who instructs snowboarding and isn’t afraid of the rough parts of Glasgow, who is planning her life a couple of months in advance only on the possibility of crashing in a mountain share house or finding a couple months at home or something completely different. The girl behind the bar who quit her job and left her life two weeks after finding out her boyfriend was cheating on her, stopped for a week here and stayed seven months.

The girl who used to be a lawyer and now wears the same pair of shorts every day, who dreams of barrels and long green lines and is perfecting her salsa recipes.