love is a rose

I miss Cat Stevens and I miss American Graffiti but I'm glad I actively keep all of that at a distance now. My stomach hurts too much when I think too much about apocalypse berries, pizza from Slices, tequila by the 24, veggie bakudan, giant pasta meals, sharwood's curry with badly-cooked rice, licking the plate, cottage cheese and bananas.

I have to skim those tasty morsels when I come across them; do the enjoyment without the immersion. Too dangerous, too stupid, too weird.

This practice of detachment helps with buddhist stuff and reiki, and just basically keeping the love light burning.

I'm very pleased with Flight of the Conchords. It doesn't help with my hedonism, but there are so many other things to dive into. Things like bike-riding to the best green curry soup in Winnipeg, matsaman take-away, red wine and blue cashmere in bed at xmas, Bob Marley on summer afternoons, homemade miso soup, dried kale, peanut sauce on broccoli and baby bok choy...

Life is so strange; I keep saying this, but the more time I spend living, the more true it becomes. Amazing how life is just one weird layer over another weird layer.