Oogum Boogum

Originally Posted Thursday, March 27, 2013

If my goal was to alienate everyone so as not to be bothered with them, I am successful.  I've killed a most popular blog (I see that people are still Googling its name quite often), undone relationships with most of the models I've worked with, and returned so few emails that nobody bothers much any longer.  My server cries, "You don't got mail." That's right.  I have a hillbilly server.

After work today, I had some time free as I didn't have to go to the gym.  I didn't know what to do.  Literally, I've forgotten what it was I used to spend time doing.  I didn't know where to go nor what there was to want.  So I shopped for groceries and came home to eat grocery store sushi and drink good wine on my deck in the incredibly cool air and the last light of the day. 

My friend C.C. told me today that the light was freaking him out.  It is surreal, he said, and he can't get used to it.  He is right.  It is true.  The thin cold and cloudless air and the southern light this time of year is without a doubt like an acid trip.  You look at things and see what you have never seen before.  Colors are supersaturated and have shifted somehow.  There is nothing between you and the thing upon which you gaze.  It is important to accept this and not panic.  The light is like a fourth dimension now.

So in deference to C.C.'s observation, I sat out and drank and ate and tripped a little in the sunlight until I was truly cold inside and out, until the involuntary shivering began. It is odd weather here, so cold so late.  I am enjoying it though I realize it is the result of global warming, that the refrigerator door has been left open and the freezer is defrosting.  Goodbye polar bears, hello more oil. 

I just read an article about a study scientists have completed on the effects of walking in nature away from traffic.  It is nice that they can prove what we already know.  Brain waves change in a good way. Kids do better on tests after a short walk in a green space.  Cortisol levels drop.  Old people get randy.  I made the last part up.   They didn't say that, but you know it is true, too. 

I will continue to walk, walking to create, walking to calm, walking to Paradise in the surreal southern spring.

Last night, I watched "The Last Days of Disco" again.  It reminded me of Q and his crowd.  This is what gave birth to all of them.  Oh. . . this might piss him off, but. . . . .

Here's a song from the movie, "The Oogum Boogum Song."  It will give your morning a boost.  When I was a kid, my friend thought the last lines of the song were "look out the bull's ass, look out the bull's ass, look out the bull's ass. . . ."  I could never figure out what was really sung until last night.  I had to read the lyrics.  I like my friend's version better now.