Tue, May 30, 2006
GUILTY!!!!
Everyone, it's OVER!
After 2 years...
15 court dates...
5 defense lawyers...
3 judges...
2 DAs...
and one courthouse change...
He finally pled guilty. It's official, we are THE most insane witness/victims they've ever seen, because we persevered all this time. He realized we weren't going away... like a BAD RASH... and so he gave up. Just simply gave up. I told the judge my story, trembling with rage and fear, in my 'I'm a serious yet adorable vet student' outfit... the judge was so completely apologetic and sympathetic (I mean I have studied for over 10 exams in that stinking place, for jeebus sakes!). Greg also stood and told his truth and the judge was completely all "so sorry, sir, so sorry..." and commended us for our decency and good citizenship...
Ha!
Justice does have it's day, even if you have to chase it down and point fingers at it and throw a tantrum and threaten a lot.
hee hee
Sunday, November 15, 2009
pop quiz
May 22, 2006
Here's a little pop quiz question for you:
Your patient, a stressed out veterinary student, has the following ailments: strained neck (too much leaning over books), wound too tight (14 hour study days, without speaking to anyone but cats- never good), and no work to do for the evening.
Which of the following would you prescribe?
A. Absolut Kurrant with Soda (and a lime)
B. bombay Sapphire Gin and Tonic
C. Wine (white or red, inconsequential in this case)
D. Girlie drink (likely chocolatey)
C. Boring old juice
10 points
hee hee!
One more to go, and it's an easy one (basics of surgery) compared to the others that have passed... I'm taking the night off, and getting a buzz on- I have had nothing more than caffiene in two months~ hahahhaha! Just me and the cats and a bottle of Absolute... Awww, yeah. Mon,
Here's a little pop quiz question for you:
Your patient, a stressed out veterinary student, has the following ailments: strained neck (too much leaning over books), wound too tight (14 hour study days, without speaking to anyone but cats- never good), and no work to do for the evening.
Which of the following would you prescribe?
A. Absolut Kurrant with Soda (and a lime)
B. bombay Sapphire Gin and Tonic
C. Wine (white or red, inconsequential in this case)
D. Girlie drink (likely chocolatey)
C. Boring old juice
10 points
hee hee!
One more to go, and it's an easy one (basics of surgery) compared to the others that have passed... I'm taking the night off, and getting a buzz on- I have had nothing more than caffiene in two months~ hahahhaha! Just me and the cats and a bottle of Absolute... Awww, yeah. Mon,
screaming out of my skin
Thu, May 18, 2006
here's a whirling dervish going on inside my head
inside I glimmer like the sun that has finally come to dry out the flowers...
the dancer in these bones is begging for release
to feel the purity of the spring air
to feel the giddiness of naked skin in the velvet of night
but yet these ropes that bind me
I cannot see them, cannot cut them
they are my own mind
my push to get through
get beyond the exhaustion that is taking me
to the point beyond reason
it does no good to cry
or scream
but that is exactly what I long to do
just so I can remember that I still feel
something other than the calmness
that gets me through this challange...
that's what I feel like right now, sitting in this chair... I have been spending 12 to 13 hours a day in this chair, stretching my head to fit all the information in. I feel giddy, excited, pissed, depressed, tired and crazy all at the same time... maybe I ought to drink less tea. Hahaha. No, really; it's just vet school. almost there. two more exams- one on Monday (a big one) and then a not so big one thursday, and then I will officially be 1/2 a doctor!!! I will be a third year, and merely inches away from clinics.
Meanwhile... I'm going to go crazy now, I'll be back later.
here's a whirling dervish going on inside my head
inside I glimmer like the sun that has finally come to dry out the flowers...
the dancer in these bones is begging for release
to feel the purity of the spring air
to feel the giddiness of naked skin in the velvet of night
but yet these ropes that bind me
I cannot see them, cannot cut them
they are my own mind
my push to get through
get beyond the exhaustion that is taking me
to the point beyond reason
it does no good to cry
or scream
but that is exactly what I long to do
just so I can remember that I still feel
something other than the calmness
that gets me through this challange...
that's what I feel like right now, sitting in this chair... I have been spending 12 to 13 hours a day in this chair, stretching my head to fit all the information in. I feel giddy, excited, pissed, depressed, tired and crazy all at the same time... maybe I ought to drink less tea. Hahaha. No, really; it's just vet school. almost there. two more exams- one on Monday (a big one) and then a not so big one thursday, and then I will officially be 1/2 a doctor!!! I will be a third year, and merely inches away from clinics.
Meanwhile... I'm going to go crazy now, I'll be back later.
devastating dimple
Mon, May 15, 2006
So Alyssum and I went out in the torrential downpour to a bead, gem and jewelry show in Marborough on Sunday. I got us into the wholesale room with actual papers and not just charm... hey, I use the regular way when I can!
Anyways, we were walking around and she spotted an amazing dichroic glass ring, wow! What sheen and shine! And advertisements all over the booth that said 50% off. Perfect!
The man selling the jewelry at the booth was a short, round, cute young Indian. She brought the ring up to him, and we were both all grins- ear to ear- we were having so much fun. Until he quoted the full price.
"But this is 50% off, the sign says so"
"Not for one piece! That is for wholesale!" (even though it didn't say that specifically...)
Ahem.
So, I said,
"How about for a smile?"
and dimpled him.
(see picture above... not my most flattering hairday, but you get the idea)
He paused... so I then said:
"It's ok, we just wanted to flirt with you anyway."
He folded right then and there, and gave it to Alyssum for a sweet price, saying-
"Well if you wanted to flirt, you should have come yesterday, we could have hung out!"
to which I replied...
"Oh, I couldn't! It was raining!"
hee hee!
So Alyssum and I went out in the torrential downpour to a bead, gem and jewelry show in Marborough on Sunday. I got us into the wholesale room with actual papers and not just charm... hey, I use the regular way when I can!
Anyways, we were walking around and she spotted an amazing dichroic glass ring, wow! What sheen and shine! And advertisements all over the booth that said 50% off. Perfect!
The man selling the jewelry at the booth was a short, round, cute young Indian. She brought the ring up to him, and we were both all grins- ear to ear- we were having so much fun. Until he quoted the full price.
"But this is 50% off, the sign says so"
"Not for one piece! That is for wholesale!" (even though it didn't say that specifically...)
Ahem.
So, I said,
"How about for a smile?"
and dimpled him.
(see picture above... not my most flattering hairday, but you get the idea)
He paused... so I then said:
"It's ok, we just wanted to flirt with you anyway."
He folded right then and there, and gave it to Alyssum for a sweet price, saying-
"Well if you wanted to flirt, you should have come yesterday, we could have hung out!"
to which I replied...
"Oh, I couldn't! It was raining!"
hee hee!
Essence of Worcester...
or, how a 5 star bellydancer lost a dance competition to white trash...
Sat, May 13, 2006
Last night after open mic, a bunch of us talented gals went to Irish Times' club called "Rehab" to compete in their SO CALLED dance competition.
We got there kind of early (10:30) and had most of the floor to ourselves; decked out in mad freak gear- bellydance, firedance costumes... heh heh, they've never seen anything like that!
So they were offering $100 bucks if you won, plus you would be entered into the 'finals' where you could win RedSox tix, with limo and some cash... whatever.
We (Alyssum, Danee- a gymnast-, and I) decided to enter- why not? What the hell?
I felt so sure that Alyssum would just blow them away, win hands down, I felt bad for those poor skanky Worcester girls in their overtight club clothes, grinding in high heels... awww, they'll never know what hit 'em!
So the 'competition' begins. The "JUDGES" were 5 guys who were hanging out drinking at the bar (whatever...). They girls were called up one by one, each doing those ass-in-your-face bump and grind shite I find so funny.
Alyssum was called, and I was zagariting my head off as she wowed 'em with her lovely isolations and snappy hips... wow! Those poor girls don't stand a chance!
Then I went, doing my usual Arabic to some slutty Shakira song or another...
And then Danee went, blowing them all away with a backflip and some other crazy acrobatics... whooooeeee! The judges were freaking out!
So Danee said to one of the judges, "You liked that?"
It was all "Hell yeah girl, we never seen nothing like that!"
The MC was freaking out, telling us he'd never seen that in all his years of the contest...
So you'd think, with that reaction, that we'd win?
Nah.
Now, some of these girls could dance, in thier own way- just so you know I was looking, and not being a complete bellydance snob. Some of them were doing what they were doing (whatever it was- hip hop stripper?) and they were doing it well, with energy and style.
Then the "finalists" were called up.
I almost choked I was laughing so hard. They did not call up the ones I had appreciated. Nope! They called up one girl who we thought was ok, with the tightest pants I have ever seen (and I wear tight pants); one girl with an irridescent top who did an impressive stick your butt out stripper move where she went to the ground, wheee! and then the one that we laughed at the most- a girl in jeans and a white wife beater, who nonchalantly slumped up onto the stage and did- well, nothing.
Nothing. Not a thing. She kinda moved around a little, nothing with any energy. The thing to note here though was she was kind of underfed, small and short, stringy hair, and looked grumpy. Alyssum noted, "Awww, poor girl! She can't dance at all!"
SHE WON.
Yessir, apparently dance talent has nothing to do with a DANCE CONTEST in Worcester. But hey, I grew up here, did I really expect that it did? Nope. Not even a little bit.
I mean, I was at least expecting one of the pseudo strippers to win, I mean, it's a dance contest, come on!
But, no.
It's all about fuckability. This girl looked like she was so depressed or stoned that she would go home with anyone, and if you could have seen the judges it would have made perfect sense... a bunch of slumpy joe-schmoes, not worth a handful of the freaks I know and love. They would not look us in the eyes as we danced (boy were they uncomfortable with the bellydance eye contact!!! Hahhahahahahah!) So they voted for the one who'd be the most likely to take one of THEM to the RedSox game and fuck their brains out in the limo on the way there.
So... that was how an amazing and accomplished bellydancer lost a dance contest to a skinny white trash girl... something I would not have believed if it was anywhere other than Worcester. Oh, ok, fine; Springfield... Holyoke... Dorcester... whatever...
Sat, May 13, 2006
Last night after open mic, a bunch of us talented gals went to Irish Times' club called "Rehab" to compete in their SO CALLED dance competition.
We got there kind of early (10:30) and had most of the floor to ourselves; decked out in mad freak gear- bellydance, firedance costumes... heh heh, they've never seen anything like that!
So they were offering $100 bucks if you won, plus you would be entered into the 'finals' where you could win RedSox tix, with limo and some cash... whatever.
We (Alyssum, Danee- a gymnast-, and I) decided to enter- why not? What the hell?
I felt so sure that Alyssum would just blow them away, win hands down, I felt bad for those poor skanky Worcester girls in their overtight club clothes, grinding in high heels... awww, they'll never know what hit 'em!
So the 'competition' begins. The "JUDGES" were 5 guys who were hanging out drinking at the bar (whatever...). They girls were called up one by one, each doing those ass-in-your-face bump and grind shite I find so funny.
Alyssum was called, and I was zagariting my head off as she wowed 'em with her lovely isolations and snappy hips... wow! Those poor girls don't stand a chance!
Then I went, doing my usual Arabic to some slutty Shakira song or another...
And then Danee went, blowing them all away with a backflip and some other crazy acrobatics... whooooeeee! The judges were freaking out!
So Danee said to one of the judges, "You liked that?"
It was all "Hell yeah girl, we never seen nothing like that!"
The MC was freaking out, telling us he'd never seen that in all his years of the contest...
So you'd think, with that reaction, that we'd win?
Nah.
Now, some of these girls could dance, in thier own way- just so you know I was looking, and not being a complete bellydance snob. Some of them were doing what they were doing (whatever it was- hip hop stripper?) and they were doing it well, with energy and style.
Then the "finalists" were called up.
I almost choked I was laughing so hard. They did not call up the ones I had appreciated. Nope! They called up one girl who we thought was ok, with the tightest pants I have ever seen (and I wear tight pants); one girl with an irridescent top who did an impressive stick your butt out stripper move where she went to the ground, wheee! and then the one that we laughed at the most- a girl in jeans and a white wife beater, who nonchalantly slumped up onto the stage and did- well, nothing.
Nothing. Not a thing. She kinda moved around a little, nothing with any energy. The thing to note here though was she was kind of underfed, small and short, stringy hair, and looked grumpy. Alyssum noted, "Awww, poor girl! She can't dance at all!"
SHE WON.
Yessir, apparently dance talent has nothing to do with a DANCE CONTEST in Worcester. But hey, I grew up here, did I really expect that it did? Nope. Not even a little bit.
I mean, I was at least expecting one of the pseudo strippers to win, I mean, it's a dance contest, come on!
But, no.
It's all about fuckability. This girl looked like she was so depressed or stoned that she would go home with anyone, and if you could have seen the judges it would have made perfect sense... a bunch of slumpy joe-schmoes, not worth a handful of the freaks I know and love. They would not look us in the eyes as we danced (boy were they uncomfortable with the bellydance eye contact!!! Hahhahahahahah!) So they voted for the one who'd be the most likely to take one of THEM to the RedSox game and fuck their brains out in the limo on the way there.
So... that was how an amazing and accomplished bellydancer lost a dance contest to a skinny white trash girl... something I would not have believed if it was anywhere other than Worcester. Oh, ok, fine; Springfield... Holyoke... Dorcester... whatever...
Day in Court, take 15
Wed, May 10, 2006
...or, why I attacked a 280 lb black man on the T.
Some of you may know that Finn and I were attacked 2 years ago on the T in June, on our way to a Martini Soiree on a Newbury st. rooftop. The details are rough... a fight, an concussed man I had to keep concious... blood... wine...and glass...
Well, we have been in and out of court for this for 2 years now, in the most ridiculous perversion of the justice system that I have ever seen. The thug that attacked us has manipulated the whole thing to his advantage; not showing up, firing lawyer after lawyer, saying he wasn't ready for trial, his lawyer(s) claiming not ready for trial/defendent not cooperating... you name it. For 15 frickin court dates.
Well he has finally painted himself into a corner. (hehhahehahdhhhahhahsss!! my maniacal laughter)
Monday was a circus. He has this latina lawyer who was bugging out, screaming at everyone (including the judge), begging to be taken off the case... harassing Greg for his statement (which she had recieved and lost).
I had been up all night in the hospital with a sick foal, and had an exam on Tuesday morning, so I calmly looked my lawyer in the eye and said; I want you to tell the judge that this ends today or I am going to throw a temper tantrum- I have had enough.
So long story short, we finally got to sit in front of a judge. The thug is a psychopath, seriously folks... he was affecting a stutter then forgetting to keep it going, inventing children and forgetting the ages he gave, interrupting the judge, and (here's the best part!)
HE CLAIMS THAT WE ATTACKED HIM.
(I don't know about you, but I like to attack 280 lb drunk black men on trains all the time... I know, I know, it's a bad habit, I have to stop)
I wanted to laugh but of course, I have my game face on...
so the judge gives him a chance to plead guilty and get out of jail in 6 months... but he chooses to have a jury trial, because,
"Ya' honah, I is innocent!"
yeah, right! Like I don't have better things to do then go to court 15 FUCKING TIMES!!!
So he tried to fire this lawyer, and the judge said- "We are not a lawyer vending machine! You either keep this one or represent yourself!"
so... HE'S GOING TO REP HIMSELF!!!
I feel like the sun was shining on my face; like all the gods smiled at once... what a perfect gift after 2 years of aggravation, fear and aggression. Whoopeee!!! He's such an idiot, it's going to be a circus! Yes, yes, ysssss!!!
So if you want to be entertained, feel free to accompany us on the morning of May 30 to see the performance of the year. It ought to be a good time. Our lawyer is going to ask for 7 years... when he could have had 6 months! Ha!
...or, why I attacked a 280 lb black man on the T.
Some of you may know that Finn and I were attacked 2 years ago on the T in June, on our way to a Martini Soiree on a Newbury st. rooftop. The details are rough... a fight, an concussed man I had to keep concious... blood... wine...and glass...
Well, we have been in and out of court for this for 2 years now, in the most ridiculous perversion of the justice system that I have ever seen. The thug that attacked us has manipulated the whole thing to his advantage; not showing up, firing lawyer after lawyer, saying he wasn't ready for trial, his lawyer(s) claiming not ready for trial/defendent not cooperating... you name it. For 15 frickin court dates.
Well he has finally painted himself into a corner. (hehhahehahdhhhahhahsss!! my maniacal laughter)
Monday was a circus. He has this latina lawyer who was bugging out, screaming at everyone (including the judge), begging to be taken off the case... harassing Greg for his statement (which she had recieved and lost).
I had been up all night in the hospital with a sick foal, and had an exam on Tuesday morning, so I calmly looked my lawyer in the eye and said; I want you to tell the judge that this ends today or I am going to throw a temper tantrum- I have had enough.
So long story short, we finally got to sit in front of a judge. The thug is a psychopath, seriously folks... he was affecting a stutter then forgetting to keep it going, inventing children and forgetting the ages he gave, interrupting the judge, and (here's the best part!)
HE CLAIMS THAT WE ATTACKED HIM.
(I don't know about you, but I like to attack 280 lb drunk black men on trains all the time... I know, I know, it's a bad habit, I have to stop)
I wanted to laugh but of course, I have my game face on...
so the judge gives him a chance to plead guilty and get out of jail in 6 months... but he chooses to have a jury trial, because,
"Ya' honah, I is innocent!"
yeah, right! Like I don't have better things to do then go to court 15 FUCKING TIMES!!!
So he tried to fire this lawyer, and the judge said- "We are not a lawyer vending machine! You either keep this one or represent yourself!"
so... HE'S GOING TO REP HIMSELF!!!
I feel like the sun was shining on my face; like all the gods smiled at once... what a perfect gift after 2 years of aggravation, fear and aggression. Whoopeee!!! He's such an idiot, it's going to be a circus! Yes, yes, ysssss!!!
So if you want to be entertained, feel free to accompany us on the morning of May 30 to see the performance of the year. It ought to be a good time. Our lawyer is going to ask for 7 years... when he could have had 6 months! Ha!
Incus the Musical
Sun, May 7, 2006
Just to give all of you a fun loving spin on Incus' recent adventures... here is what happened at the beltaine festival, from the perspective of my warped little mind.
**
The van rolls through the night, loaded with instruments and crazy musicians... (we need to paint that van a la Scooby Doo) going about 20, late, frustrated, somewhat lost... but then, a magician is never late, but precisely on time.
so Incus arrives in the middle of a beautiful forest filled with pagans and hippies, lovely souls meeting to celebrate Beltaine under the sweet spring moon. The air is delicious. People are decorated with flowers. No one is paying much attention to anything in particular, including the fact that people are hauling an entire drum kit, 2 huge cellos, a gigantic sacred drum and an entire crew of musicians up to the tiniest fire circle you ever did see. So high were they on the sweet spring air, the tender breeze promising warmth and fecundity and the nude delicious pleasure of summer that they did not notice at all that an entire band set up right in their midst.
But these guys, these mellow and sensitive folks of Incus, hey- they know all about making moods and cultivating energy... they just roll right along with it.
So they take a deep breath and put sticks to drums, fingers to bows and accordians, and
the chanting begins.
What? Wait- the Incus folks think, musicians and fans alike- did no one notice an entire band just set up? We're not talking a guitar and some ragged hippie with a jimbe... But hey, they're channeling the goddess. It's all good. So Incus, innovative creators that they are, roll with it and play right along with the chant. It's Incus Organic. It's divine, it's the goddess, we're all packed in so tight to the fire we can't tell where the band ends and the folks begin.
Slowly the crowd winds down the chant and Incus respectfully takes a deep breath to let the energy change... a little twinkle of a smile on the accordinanists' lips, and they begin... the crowd then learns hey! There's an entire band back there! You could feel it, the recognition seeping in, the slow realization and then intense pleasure as the soak up this rare treat of being so close to a band as this that you feel as if you are part of it.
The crowd is dancing, appreciating the vibe, loving the music... so Incus winds down the first song, and the leader of the band begins to talk about the next song when suddenly...
...a little yogi, a most amazing and clever man, begins to cavort about the fire, grasping the flames in his hands and requests three minutes of the crowd's time. "This dog here, he comes up to me and I am thinking, I am a dog! I have always been a dog!"
?
And so begins something like "Sound of Music, India!" as a rounding edition of This World has Many Lands is belted out by the most energetic human being on the entire plot of land... an enthusiastic round, something between an irish drinking song and this land is your land... I wasn't sure if I should be reverent or my usual self which is to laugh at all things, so I chose to be myself.
"The hills are alive... with the sound of yogis"... while the entire circle looks on rather stunned; I watched all those faces, some of disbelief (WTF?), some of resigned pseudospirituality, some of entire and utter amusement... as this man cavorts about, scooping up fire with his hands, pointing, shouting, smiling and rather enjoying himself a bit of spotlight. Firelight. Whatever.
Meanwhile... Incus is searching for an in... to this musical adventure that seems to have unfolded. The spry little man slowly unwinds, relaxes, sinks to the ground and the band jumps on the opportunity to throw in another song. After all, why not? They drove all that way... in the dark... late...
They drive the gathering back into the sweet energy of fire and music. Everyone is dancing, swaying, back into the magic. The yogi is a transformed man, clapping and yelling:
"It makes you want to hug you!"
He hugs himself, he's beaming, he's completely psyched and in love with the music and the night.
He's pushing himself into poses and postures so close to the fire people are wondering if he's going in. He twists himself into a pretzel on the ground with his buttocks exposed... people watch, unsure; do I look on this and feel humbled by the yoga energy? Do I smile in beatific transformation? Do I pretend I don't think he's drunk and hide my laughter?
But then the perfect thing happens; Loki runs forth in the body of a clever drummer and paddles the yogi right on the behind. I of course have been waiting for some good Coyote energy, and there it is, that little sound of music man gets it... now here is the true test of a yogi: how does one respond to such an irreverent act, an act of God surely, under that fecund moon stinking of magic, next to a fire so hot it burns the belly deep deep inside?
He laughs. Of course. And I am feeling fine, fine.
I'd love to make a south park episode out of the entire scene; to me it was some of the funniest stuff I have seen in a long time. People look upon each other's creativity, music and spirituality with adoration and respect, as is a normal and correct thing to do... but every once in a while it's good to take everything askew, to look with complete irreverence and laugh, laugh at the whole thing-honor your Coyote medicine and let it all go.
This was written with the best of love and respect for all the members of Incus, in their joy and love for the art of sound and movement. Laugher keeps you young, and keeps you together.
much love to you all.
It makes you want to hug you!
Just to give all of you a fun loving spin on Incus' recent adventures... here is what happened at the beltaine festival, from the perspective of my warped little mind.
**
The van rolls through the night, loaded with instruments and crazy musicians... (we need to paint that van a la Scooby Doo) going about 20, late, frustrated, somewhat lost... but then, a magician is never late, but precisely on time.
so Incus arrives in the middle of a beautiful forest filled with pagans and hippies, lovely souls meeting to celebrate Beltaine under the sweet spring moon. The air is delicious. People are decorated with flowers. No one is paying much attention to anything in particular, including the fact that people are hauling an entire drum kit, 2 huge cellos, a gigantic sacred drum and an entire crew of musicians up to the tiniest fire circle you ever did see. So high were they on the sweet spring air, the tender breeze promising warmth and fecundity and the nude delicious pleasure of summer that they did not notice at all that an entire band set up right in their midst.
But these guys, these mellow and sensitive folks of Incus, hey- they know all about making moods and cultivating energy... they just roll right along with it.
So they take a deep breath and put sticks to drums, fingers to bows and accordians, and
the chanting begins.
What? Wait- the Incus folks think, musicians and fans alike- did no one notice an entire band just set up? We're not talking a guitar and some ragged hippie with a jimbe... But hey, they're channeling the goddess. It's all good. So Incus, innovative creators that they are, roll with it and play right along with the chant. It's Incus Organic. It's divine, it's the goddess, we're all packed in so tight to the fire we can't tell where the band ends and the folks begin.
Slowly the crowd winds down the chant and Incus respectfully takes a deep breath to let the energy change... a little twinkle of a smile on the accordinanists' lips, and they begin... the crowd then learns hey! There's an entire band back there! You could feel it, the recognition seeping in, the slow realization and then intense pleasure as the soak up this rare treat of being so close to a band as this that you feel as if you are part of it.
The crowd is dancing, appreciating the vibe, loving the music... so Incus winds down the first song, and the leader of the band begins to talk about the next song when suddenly...
...a little yogi, a most amazing and clever man, begins to cavort about the fire, grasping the flames in his hands and requests three minutes of the crowd's time. "This dog here, he comes up to me and I am thinking, I am a dog! I have always been a dog!"
?
And so begins something like "Sound of Music, India!" as a rounding edition of This World has Many Lands is belted out by the most energetic human being on the entire plot of land... an enthusiastic round, something between an irish drinking song and this land is your land... I wasn't sure if I should be reverent or my usual self which is to laugh at all things, so I chose to be myself.
"The hills are alive... with the sound of yogis"... while the entire circle looks on rather stunned; I watched all those faces, some of disbelief (WTF?), some of resigned pseudospirituality, some of entire and utter amusement... as this man cavorts about, scooping up fire with his hands, pointing, shouting, smiling and rather enjoying himself a bit of spotlight. Firelight. Whatever.
Meanwhile... Incus is searching for an in... to this musical adventure that seems to have unfolded. The spry little man slowly unwinds, relaxes, sinks to the ground and the band jumps on the opportunity to throw in another song. After all, why not? They drove all that way... in the dark... late...
They drive the gathering back into the sweet energy of fire and music. Everyone is dancing, swaying, back into the magic. The yogi is a transformed man, clapping and yelling:
"It makes you want to hug you!"
He hugs himself, he's beaming, he's completely psyched and in love with the music and the night.
He's pushing himself into poses and postures so close to the fire people are wondering if he's going in. He twists himself into a pretzel on the ground with his buttocks exposed... people watch, unsure; do I look on this and feel humbled by the yoga energy? Do I smile in beatific transformation? Do I pretend I don't think he's drunk and hide my laughter?
But then the perfect thing happens; Loki runs forth in the body of a clever drummer and paddles the yogi right on the behind. I of course have been waiting for some good Coyote energy, and there it is, that little sound of music man gets it... now here is the true test of a yogi: how does one respond to such an irreverent act, an act of God surely, under that fecund moon stinking of magic, next to a fire so hot it burns the belly deep deep inside?
He laughs. Of course. And I am feeling fine, fine.
I'd love to make a south park episode out of the entire scene; to me it was some of the funniest stuff I have seen in a long time. People look upon each other's creativity, music and spirituality with adoration and respect, as is a normal and correct thing to do... but every once in a while it's good to take everything askew, to look with complete irreverence and laugh, laugh at the whole thing-honor your Coyote medicine and let it all go.
This was written with the best of love and respect for all the members of Incus, in their joy and love for the art of sound and movement. Laugher keeps you young, and keeps you together.
much love to you all.
It makes you want to hug you!
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