Thought 1: If you drink free coffee, at work, and in large quantities, your bowel movements will feel like a holiday sale: a whole lot of crap and not enough to time.
Thought 2: Speaking another language over the phone is infinitely harder than in person, especially when you are still acquiring the basics. I realize now, and I have realized before, but this just reaffirms, how much we say with out words. Ana Jardon y Pablo Z, the Spanish couple I met through my Catalan dog connection, have invited me to go see Jason Mraz next week. Now, as Ana stated, "perhaps you think he is crap," and I do, but this isn't so much about the music, as it's about getting out and risking. Me, the monolingual gringo, a horde of Spaniards, and a crooning Abercrombie guitar slinger, is going to be a Choose Life mandate. I called via Skype, from work, and we traded awkward pauses--the end result being: she will buy me a ticket today, and we will talk on Friday.
Thought 3: I like to daydream; in fact, I spend a solid portion of each day doing so. Of late, I have been thinking about getting my private pilots license. I fear, as I write this, I am committing the sin of speaking before action, and hence, dooming my dream to die as a dream. However, I don't mind sharing. The oldest flight school in the world, American Flyers, has one international location; this location is in Mexico City. Their program costs several thousands of dollars, but it is thorough and well supported. To get the license you are looking at $2000 to $5000. An entry level plane, a 1960-1980 Cessna 172 or Piper Cherokee, runs about $10000 to $20000. I have spent several block periods, while my students were testing, scoping the used plane market. I think I like the thought of having a four seater and cruising the country. Hypothetically, a sweet and dear friend may say, "Hey, you want to come visit us in Chico or Santa Cruz?" I would reply, "Sure. I get off work at 3 on Friday, I will be up around 9 or so, perhaps a late dinner? You still have that yard for the dogs, maybe we can get in a hike on Saturday?" I mean, if I really ran with it: A local agent/promoter/booker calls up, "Yo Elliott, we need you for a show over here in Seattle. We are working on this big project and if you want to paint, or read poetry, or play some of your new music, we would love to have you." I would modestly reply, "My pleasure. I will hop in the Cessna on Friday, and Flow, Chops, and I will be ready and able on Saturday morning."
Thought 4: I am still just a dude in the world. I play songs in empty rooms, and I watch the tumble weeds of fur blow past. TODAY! Before the park, before Spanish conversations, before life...I shall clean. I mean really clean. I am not a filthy person, but I realize now how much Annie took care of the interior. Oh, Santa Cruz.
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