We are the Front
“A Long December
And its one more day up in the canyons
And its one more night in hollywood
If you think you might come to california...i think you should...."
Best of Counting Crows
I know that if you met me, you would be intrigued but left wondering what deeper stories are buttoned-down, kept from view, like a volcano X’d on a Google map somewhere. I am working up the future here, peddling as fast as can in-between the necessary; sleeping for dreams with early mornings.
I see that I’ve landed alongside the prayer called PlanetShifter.com and it’s the mediated strong arm called GreenCatherUnion. We are all based on dream catchers. In a place called Oakland?! I’ve lived and worked and manic'd and depressed in so many places to date, it’s desperate. Suddenly Oakland - with it’s corrupt cops and spoiled City Hall and killings and senselessness is home. No online community now Willi, the asphalt heats up and bam! We are all cooked.
Tonight, the rain filters the job losses, prices at WholeFoods, the dates I’ll never ask-out but the red wine gurgles and I walk the Lake Merritt – a collection of bad oil and gas drool and the heaven sent. The ducklings cheer the rain king. RA.
Take chances. See the vision in us. Time.
We are the hopeful. In Oakland.
Love to you,
May Day 2009