This is Orangelina’s Queendom, topped with a crumbling dragon-god, just West of the pool and right in the middle of Birdland.
I admit that I have made few decisions so far, but my Futurecasting is more like making a two-week cassoulet than Bananas Foster. Things have to get together in my mind, simmer a while, while I try them on for size, adjust them to fit each other.
One thing I know- once I get to Europe this Fall, I’m going to stay across the water for as long as I possibly can. It will be bounded only by my longing for Bill and the boys- I can figure out the rest. I did have an epiphany when I realized that staying warm was still one step up from the truth I was hunting for. It’s important, but only for static states. What really matters is that I keep moving, and I love love love citywalking. I’d be fine for a while in cooler climates as long as they were in cities that were alive. Gaudi and Dali are on my list for continued study, and I plan to finish writing the text for the second volume of Contemporary Geometric Beadwork on site with Gaudi.
I can think of a thousand million things I would do or want to do or plan to do, but I can think of no reason on Earth to do anything I don’t want to do.
It’s trancelike, this imagining, and strangely exhausting.
I’ve decided to go ahead and interview Commander Ferry; as with all things in life, if you are willing to do it better than anyone else, you’ll definitely be given a shot; if you write a great article it will get published. I’m weary of the shoddy work that keeps getting churned out… the same drivel, over and over again. I’m doing fairly well with it so far; I’ll send my questions ahead, at the end of the summer, and then hopefully have a chance to talk to him about them in person. I’ll speak to him twice at least; it should work out. Why wouldn’t it?
My study of Ferry is not only for the Love Letters book, but (as I may have mentioned before) when some time ago I selected avatars for my mental training, I chose him to hold a really rather staggering number of aspects; hard work first, of course, and having some goddamned standards, and lastly (because of his own nature and his resemblance to Bill) fidelity.
WHY are these traits as rare as the white rat in spring?
Before all of that, though, I have Bill Hartmann and Jack Wisdom up. Do you know what I need? I need that old Merv Griffin set. I wonder if Kramer still has it in his apartment…?