apocalypto

some kind of crazy thunder lighting the way you diss me is frightening weather today and i get a call some hours ago on the old cell-ee from my brother and sister who are 8thousand feet high in the sky in yosemite and my brother is a little lightheaded and my sister sounds like she's got a secret, like the cat's pajamas or the cat that swallowed the canary, i guess there are a couple of cats out there ya know, and i think the secret is she's trying to be discreet up there in nature, way up in the sky where the reception is impeccable but it's not what she should be doing there making crosscountry calls. she should be breathing in the vist-aahhhh. taking in the aura. delighting in nature. like julian sands yelling 'BEAUTY,' like old man walden. and old man merchantivory.

but then she says, 'yeah, there are a lot of people up here on this mountain peak and everyone's on their phones.' if i was steven spielberg i'd make some hamfisted hammer-toed melodrama all about it. but i ain't. finish the thought, yo!

today i heard a fog horn over and over and i'm not near a harbor where there are fog horns. how do you explain it. at least i haven't levitated yet. i have, though, just a tiny bit hyperventilated.

and i have so000 procrastinated on some work that i am about to give myself an ulcer. and i have time to kill before dinner in chinatown and i thought i'd shop but i've put myself on a no buying stuff diet except for food and bill paying no buying stuff diet. and it's raining not men but cats, oh yes! cats and i left the umbrella at home. it does no good there. no good at tall.