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we each have the only life we can particularly love and tolerate. mine is the art of emptiness, or rather...drinking beer and doing nothing. Ed Abbey writes of meeting such an individual in some town in Arizona that is now under lake powell. the old guy made an attempt to answer but after a minute or two said...nothing. This brings us tothe desert, or back from the desert more accurately. My readers, both of them, are anxious I'm sure, to read of my adventures in the deserts, canyons, and scrublands of southern Utah and Arizona. That is to come I assure. It has been a rough transition back to the swamplands of Tally, although a gentle rain and cool temperatures are the weather, after the flash flood nearly totaled my car this past week.

muchos cigaros

is the name of the new shop down the street for glass, shishya stuff, cigars etc. An amazing selection of papers, which my my quest. I got an enthusiastic display and many samples to take home. got some corn paper papers, made in Spain, as well as some 'Jamaican Hemp' papers also made in Spain, but from Jamaican hemp. both 1.50. not bad, and impressive for ol tally. either the vegan 'raw' sample or the corn 'smoking' papers leave a nice beer or bourbon like taste. Or maybe its actually the taste of beer. at any rate, it was an amusing day of shopping, and some cool new papers.

Hung out for a few minutes with the owner of Tony's, a convenience store a couple of blocks away, and Indi, the cashier, a Bengali dude, from Burdwan. It was nice to chat with deshis. They were the only guys who sold decent herb pipes in town before cigaros. I love India. Its a small world: I buy pipes, screens, papers and beer from a Gujarati guy. Im listening to Paul wine Jones and stoned happily, leaving for the first leg of vacation tomorrow..

older

I have noticed I have began to identify myself with physically older men lately. Yesterday I stopped at a local, somewhat lonely and very rundown convenience store. It is near a 4way crossroads and train crossing. I would often remark that I bet it got robbed alot. It smells like an old convienence store out of your childhood memories. That indescrible funk dank smell that also signaled ice cold drinks and bottles of beer melting their shapes into mounds of old ice inside and other delights.

An old hippy guy was working the register. Im not being discriminatory, but he had a tie-dye long hair worn loose, beard, in fact in facial appearance alot like myself, brown hair/eyes. I only went there for a cold beer and to try to track down my favorite brand of rolling papers, Joker, which mysteriously went off the market here a year ago. He offered me some Jbs, $.99. shitty papers. other Jbs $3+. ain't like the old days. He told me of a new store here with glass pipes etc. 'Muchos Cigaros' . I went by there today but they were closed for another hour.

Then today at the bike store the guys were older than me too but mellow old dudes. I feel ageless but I guess the body goes on, though I feel pretty wonderful on a moment to moment basis I must admit.

laterly

I have understood now finally I only wanted to understand the subtle laws that seem to regulate our experience. Look at it from different angles. What possibly lays beyond. Not the bullshit. Reading Nisarga, and a guy named Robert Adams who hung out with some big name jnanis like Ramana Maharsi and Krishnamurti. I had alot of questions. I think some people are into that that ultimate mood but I could say much more, and wont. I guess when it comes down to it I am more of a Tantrik or yogi than anything, shall I be named... I will read and give a chance to anything now, but it will be scrutinized. Abhinavagupta is interesting but still argumentative, lots is avilible on the web such as from the muktibodha institute.

Word is...

The word is we will be living in San Diego in about a year and a half. I can't wait. A Cannabis friendly state (though not SD co. apparently). I visited once as Hare krishner monk and stayed a few days. They made these bars called bliss bars, and gave a bunch the the swami I was with. He was pretty fat already and shared them with me.

Mexico is literally the other side of town. The Ganja must be plentiful and cheap. Beautiful Latina ladies. Plenty of work in my soon to be training for trade, I hope. The markings of a nice town.

Obama

Obama wins the hot seat. I hope the man wins the presidency. He'd better watch his back though. Its not the 60's, but if he gets it, Hills is back on. If something happens to O. there will be a lot of really pissed off people. Couple that with everything becoming more expensive. He will have a contest with Mccain though. Its up to the youth. I'm afraid the media will report heavily how close it is and then certain people will rig the election in Mcpains favor, easily done with paperless voting. That is the pessimist outlook of course, Obamermania may sweep the country.

me in mamalapuram, Tamil Nadu

May 2006. Notice my sahasrar ablaze (unaltered), the famous 'shore temple in the background, perhaps due to the big bottle of kingfisher (left, fore), I had been drinking. this is unaltered in any way, thus I'm a confirmed saint. probably

gettin hot

the mower men are here. meditateing more lately. life is slow. going out west in 2 weeks.

we

like to sacrifice ourselves to everything but ourselves, the ultimate expression of life. except for the recluse, which I am mostly happily becoming, but wont last. I am reading and locked in contemplation. my life just another thing, like the wind blowing, great and meaningless.