Which all leads me to wax poetic about the morning coffee. Most of the summer I've spent my disposable income on the slow drip Yama cold coffee at the Bean Cycle. Extremely strong and decidedly yummy. This is the place I started frequenting in the winter, and in whose window I received much inspiration for my story. Actually, the vibe comes from the used bookstore/publisher located in the back of this cavernous space. It's a very nice environment. Also, on my first visit they were playing Johnny Cash. Recently I walked in at 7 a.m. and they were playing Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold by (the late great) Townes Van Zandt. I thanked the man at the counter for the wake-up TVZ. He was very pleased and explained that someone else's comment was more like: what are you playing this s#'! for?
I guess that's it for here and now. I'm working on the there and then and my dirt road back street dream of Marfa, which I may update soon. No update really, I just need to find a way to get myself there for good. The book is out for review; I plan to start a real effort toward publishing in a month or so.
And a real nice quote from a friend on facebook:
“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up.
This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.”
― Terence McKenna