Super Human Moon

Originally Posted Sunday, June 23, 2013

Wow. People really responded to the Impossible image I posted yesterday.  I should give up all my mucking about with processes and just start shooting the instant film.  They are unique. 

Today is the Super Human Moon.  I think it was as full last night as it will be tonight since it occurred after sunrise this morning.  I had dinner with a friend last night and as we walked on the Boulevard, we saw it.  I had just shown him a picture of the exorcist. 

"Holy smokes.  She's beautiful," he said.  It was exactly four weeks ago since that night.  I think I'm finally returning to normal. 

Normal is what you get when you get away from all the nagging responsibilities of home and work.  When you get up in the morning and get to say, "Let's do X," many, many times without anyone telling you to do Y or Z. 

I didn't sleep well last night.  It was the first time in many weeks.  Why?  Stress creeping back into my existence?  Or was it the Super Human Moon?  The cat kept crying out during the night. 

Did I tell you the mess I got into on Friday night?  I don't remember if I did.  It was the Summer Solstice.  I have been in a real haze since.  I can hold my liquor which is maybe not as good a thing as it sounds.  Waking up in the morning, you know right away you've fucked up your circadian rhythms.  I try to watch mine and keep them straight.  REM happens a bit after midnight, but you have to have lots of slow eye movement before it can take place.  You enter information into the brain cells in slow eye movement, then process it in REM.  This is how you retain information, how you make memory.  All of it, not just the shit we write as memoirs.  It is how you know things.  There are other benefits that go along with it, too.  So I am usually in bed early.  Early to bed and early to rise may be boring, but there is a basis for it. 

I will tell you about the poor girl another time.

Friday night was not boring.  But Saturday, the synapses rebelled.  To replenish, I had a big strip steak and beer last night at one of my favorite restaurants.  We ate at the bar, of course, being two boys and all.  And it was fun.  The Boulevard was packed with beautiful women and their ugly, stupid boyfriends and husbands with whom they are totally dissatisfied.  I can tell.  The only ones who were interested in their dates were girls in new relationships with guys spending water like a Texas oilman.  But those are tales for another time, and Chaucer has already told them better anyway. 

It is Sunday morning.  I think I'll buy some shirts.