RULE #1

Do not post drunk ((immunity for Mick, certainly, I mean jeez! imagine the alternative))

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The previous bunk was for sake of...

A:  The electric (tri)pod for short hops at 70 MPH from Myers Motors that is symbolic of this increasingly isolated state of digital humanity & resource depletion ...soaked in toxins while rapt in notions of renaissance 

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B:  Xavier Rudd, Famine (and the skate vid … and a little tribute to the matriarchal id)

…guess I got a little giddy before & during the Cavs game.  Wanting something special to happen regarding a professional sport (when only one team wins) is a raw and mostly iffy deal.  So, Disney World versus Disney Land is almost certainly the best (fiscal) match-up.  So be it.  But here’s the thing that got me kinda gently/quietly/volatile…

<> Maya & I (blessing duly acknowledged & counted, oh thank you) played some tennis yesterday in the late afternoon … on the same court we played so headily on that afternoon before coming home to hear those vile preliminary words on the phone, nearly eight months ago.  &, no we weren’t tearin’up the tarmac for a set chock-full o deuces that turn one set into a two-hour tribulation of sweat and laughter, but it wasn’t geriatric volleying either.  & I’m watching her there across the net, so beautiful in the partly sunny sunshine.  (only) Skinny as a rail, with a new blood-type (now the Yin to my Yang, coincidently) and mostly covered from head to toe in sunny cloths to protect from sun-induced graft versus host disease. …And I kinda started to well up, thinking we were @ some apt connecting point, a nexus; for a moment it felt like we’d never left that court.  My knees went soft for a second, …I don’t know, these are the strangest times.  Anyway, we came home and we had One beer together just to toast a thing worthy of a toast and more.   Then we went out on the screened-porch to watch the birds @ the feeders and listen to the road noises, lines of motorcycles passing as they often do on sunny Saturdays, and she drank Smart Water while unsurprisingly I continued drinking the stupid water and eventually posting the thick-claptrap that made perfect sense last night in the midst of NBA Basketball and excellent company and wind chime tones through the front door. 

<> Back to the lodge this afternoon for a little while longer apparently, barring any twist-unforeseeables …AND good onya to the Cavs: they helped make Maya smile while she was in that hospital bed.  Bitchin season gents.  Thanks.  . . . . . . . . .Thanks to select DBIS folk who have been there throughout. 

<> Flick Recommendation:  (Hans Petter Moland directed) Arbeiderpartiet inspired [IFC] short …called United We Stand.  I couldn’t access a link, unfortunately, but try to see it if you can; it is brief and subtitled but worth it.  Funny and modestly poignant.

Anyway, today's another day