Old friend Alex asked me a while ago how I can do that "nothing happening" thing I do all the time. I guess it is a thing I do. It's a special quality that I have partly through karate and it's way of seeing things. Karate is really good at not speaking instead of saying something, and that changes things, somehow.
It's because pieces need to come back together before I might have things happening, like with a group of friends: and I think particularly of how much my Oregon friends would like my friends from Berkeley, if they were to meet. I can guarantee there'd be some frisky dancing, some Hendrix, a bit of Pink Floyd, and delve into the deep meaning ....I mean, get high and play some music.
I mean, I have things happening...karate, music, but ....I see why I had to get out of the Berkeley scene..... no place, etc.
But given that I might have been talked about a bit, so what? What good is that doing me now?
On the other hand, things aren't so bad. You could say that karate and family support got me to where I am today
Monday, April 18, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
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Wednesday, April 13, 2016
today in the countryside it was hotter than a crotch. I stood alone upon a hill and all I did was watch. I mean tried to, or something.
I sure wouldn’t mind seeing a naked female body though, that’s for sure. So that is what it is, and we go through strenuous battles to get through and make all of it an issue somehow. So there you go, and we all can appreciate most of this, I would guess. It’s nice to have Nancy as a new friend too, that is for sure. It's a drag I never see Karen too.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/13/2016
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
except for this physical ailment, which has me worried.
Gordon Lee's place, past Blogette on old Blogette road, was really cool, quite magical like Summit, but he's in a really nice spot, kind of a low valley with the tumtum river right next to him, frogs, supposedly a swimming hole, but he's not gay as far as I know, but anyway, it sounded nice. We sat and played a couple songs and smoked his skinny little well rolled joints. It's so great to be out there when I can. Maybe next time we can get some chicks out there too.
He's a talented musician. He'd be great in our band, but anyway him and me can work on some songs.
I bought a 600 dollar Taylor acoustic/electric. I am sure I'll have chances to play, and I need at least a pretty good instrument, considering how great of a guitar player I am. Or better than some, I guess. But who cares...?
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/11/2016
Tuesday, April 05, 2016
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Monday, April 04, 2016
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Saturday, April 02, 2016
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Friday, April 01, 2016
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Thursday, March 31, 2016
I'm watching season two of Fargo. Great show. Then there's Broad City about a couple of broads in the city, not able to take anything seriously, and then TPB, of course, and something else...so many good movies. I should watch Carlito's Way again.
And maybe some of those awesome japanese films directed by...forget his name. Ozu. Some good films..I can understand a few of the words....need to work on my Spanish too.
or speak it.
Doing karate together must be somewhat similar to dancing together..... something I haven't experienced, but I understand it's done. Togetherness is so important...for happiness.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/31/2016
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
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Tuesday, March 29, 2016
I remember going over to ward once...didn't really know the guy in college, that is to say, he was living there and Barrington previously, but the point being, I walked over to Ward from Barrington, and everybody had gone elsewhere to do something, I guess, and he was sitting there staring at a Mac Plus, I asked him what was going on and he was like, "they all took off, I'm trying to write this paper." like very matter of fact. The dude knew a lot about music, good guitar player, I didn't really know at the time ....but ...but yeah a certain attitude and kind of the usual bullshit going on, while trying to get decent grades.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/29/2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
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Saturday, March 26, 2016
I'm more aware of things that I say that others might find strange, so that seems like progress to me.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Lean out of the window,
for I heard you singing
a merry air.
my book was closed,
I read no more
watching the fire dance,
on the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room
for I heard you singing
through the gloom.
singing and singing
a merry air
lean out the window,
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/23/2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
This is a little story sensei Graves told me at his 75th birthday party: we had driven down to go to it. I asked him what's new and he looked a bit frustrated and then proceeded to tell me this story;
He and another karate guy who quit long ago had gone up into some river on the inside stretch of Pacific coast in Canada...and they had come up to a waterfall and the engines were going full steam but the current was so strong that they were immobile....he had pictures. That story could be interpreted a number of ways.
I may as well go home and try to cook up the kale and collard greens that are slowly aging in the fridge.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/20/2016
The gardening every day is really grounding me: the work every day seems like it will keep me from getting manic.....and maintenance...I'm committed to both. If I get a woman she'll expect I can do shit and fix various appliances...it would be great to learn more about all these processes....
But also I can protect her physically, better than most...chicks love that.
But I think I see something good in the future, but I worry about everyone every day..there's something in there, in the getting together of my Berkeley friends with Sarah and all those other beautiful women around here. Can't do it alone.
I gots to start eating better.
|me out in the trees! Alsea area, with Mahogany, Reed, and a couple others.|
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/20/2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
thinks the salamanders had gone elsewhere, skip flagged down a semi and the octopi were too many to name.
"such a beautiful woman,"...he thought to himself....somehow got into more than she thought or something maybe who knows.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/15/2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
in winter too we traced the fields
and still felt summer joys
we sought our hips and felt no cold
cold never came to boys
the sloes appeared as choice as plumbs
When bitten by the frost
and crabs grew honey in the mouth
when apple time was past
we rolled in sunshine lumps of snow
and called them mighty men
and tired of pelting Bounaparte
we ran to slide agen
and ponds for glibbest ice we sought
with shouting and delight
and tasks of spelling all were left
to get by heart at night
and when it came- and round the fire
we sat- what joy was there
the kitten dancing round the cork
that dangled from a chair
while we our ...
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Tuesday, March 08, 2016
Looking forward to growing some weed plants.
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Monday, March 07, 2016
Watching big outside play their set of semi-reggae originals, nice to be there. nice to see nice people dancing around.. The walk down was nice too....kind of cold and a little rainy. Lots of niceness all around, good to see.
Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows I will have there, and a hive for the honey-bee;
and live alone in a bee-loud glade,
And I will have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
dropping from the veils of morning with crickets
midnight a glimmer, purple glow
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore
where I stand on the roadway, or one pavement grey
the deep heart's core...-Yeats.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/07/2016