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| Grace Kelly playing me in the upcoming project from Warner Bros., "March 2013." |
Life is a strange and magical thing, my slight cherubs. I've fallen into a series of proposed adventures for the next month that might surpass in quantity and magnitude all previous months in recent memory. How thrilling. Several of them involve islands. Not usually one for warmer climes and tropical themes, I am nevertheless ecstatic at the prospects before me. Granted, sailing to Catalina should actually be a very cold endeavor this time of year, but it's still more exotic than driving to Tiki Ti, right? And a weekend in Hawaii-- bring on the tiny umbrellas and lengthy vowel-heavy words! Not to mention my love affair with skuzzy surf-rock a la The Allah-las and Blackfeet Braves (and the Zombies and Love) is still in full swing. I need to find some ratty Hawaiian shirts or something to show the world that while my body is firmly planted on cracked cement sidewalks walking the crowded streets being "productive," my mind is on some isolated island with nothing but the boat I used to get there, some Red Stripes, some rum, a hammock, the books I'm reading (the stack is huge-- Miller, Celine, Campbell, Neil Young's bio, Brautigan, Jeffers, a tome of Stones' interviews, and some really cheesy fiction to start...), and... what else? Something to eat. Clothes wouldn't be important, but sunscreen is naturally a must-have. Also nice smelling shampoo or something (eco-friendly, obviously), because that sounds pleasant. Oh, and coconut macarons. This fantasy is getting too elaborate. You get the picture.
That said, I really haven't the slightest desire to "be" anywhere besides exactly where I am. Not to get all "Oprah" (can we make that an adjective?), but the present is most delightful, thankfully, and the future holds the promise of... I'm not sure yet, but there are some very lovely possibilities bobbing about on the horizon. Let's toast to an exciting spring-- now where did I put my glass?
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