centuries in the making somebody had left some chewing gum on the arm rest of the seat. a part of the blue stuff made it deep into the fabric of my sweater. my sweater made it into my freezer. now it still has the chewing gum on the sleeve. it smells like an old freezer. nothing good about this. will need some rest for the rest of the week. perhaps some ski jumping on the wii fit. tired now. who will clean the windows?

next to the soft bell. the smokers corner on radio eye was just an intro to #3... though a rather great one. fought global warming today, despite the heavy rain and despite the lack of taxis. the one that finally brought us across town was not at all happy that the fare was paid by credit card. we went back by subway. subways. it took several shuttles to find a place to even get in. tomorrow will be a day in the park. will need to brief the crew at 8am. hope to be back in brooklyn just in time for rush hour. will the clouds and light be as amazing as today? caton towers looked like urulu at 8pm today. i took pictures. 35mm pictures. it will take years for them to develop. slow photography. there is no urgency really. bypassing flickr right now somehow. am i lazy? or just sick of it? fought global warming today by leaving the lights on. wind power feeds them. i must create a greater need for it. odd logic. forgot the lights really. how did it turn late again? meditation is not about clearing the mind. it is about letting it become smoke. particles not ashamed to play weightless shapes supported by other, invisible ones. how many times can one awaken until one realizes that how many times can one awaken until one realizes that how many... a soft bell just rang here next to me.

not so hungry now. does this explain why i ended up at sapporo after work last night and made it the beginning of an evening journey into a strange place that just spit me out into a 3am puddle of odd inner smiles? (if one would dare to call this that.) the party on saturday was a personal success somehow. not because it takes a fight to make a party a good one. there were no fights. it was more of a calm event on every level. more of the show and tell home edition it was supposed to be. a close circle of friends and coworkers showed up. we shared some thoughts and some polish drinks and food. there is not a sign of the event left, except for a new treasure chest in the freezer and that mysterious plant that arrived here with an orange ribbon around a wet terracotta pot. (thank you amy.) terracotta pots are probably the best for me. not glazed, they breathe with the plants, they are honest about minerals in the soil, they don't lie about the water level. some of the pots here are encrusted in salts by now. one or two are flaky messes bursting into their original shape, slowly but without a doubt. just as we have the feeling to drift towards a destination, so apparently do burned pieces of clay. and i am thinking beyond what aristotle had in mind. the brain might be a horrible mechanism to carry around in the skull, but it also allows solid ideas to perform the dance of awkward water. maybe cold honey. maybe sap on a bitten tree. the dance might be slow, but fast enough to trap a mosquito. so maybe the trip to sapporo had nothing to do with worried monkeys. maybe it was all just part of this very moment here at 3am, when it is quiet in a home that contains a lot of genuinely good energy. and in less than three hours the sun will come out from behind that horizon out there to confirm just that.