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Out with the civilized A***** and J***, the nephew's old roommate. The Blues's Can, followed by Twisted. And A***** is down for mushrooms, and J*** agrees to try the Sassafrass with me.
It takes an hour or so to kick in, but when it does I'm fucked. Really fucked. Not driving home tonight fucked, which for me is pretty fucked up.
Amazing. All the love and empathy, ridiculous visuals *(the stage within the stage within the stage...).
We find a cab when it closes up and make our way to the Gay Bar. I don't remember this, and I'm not really drinking....
Twisted, dancing, a hot brunette, 6' tall, held on a leash by a 4'6" black woman, groups of hot women in the background, this is all I remember, and pleasantly brushing off the groups of Filipino and older/younger male admirers, happy, soooo happy. This is what it's all about...
Even J*** is impressed, never been that thrilled with MDMA but this time it's different, A*****, he's off on his own mushroom trip, totally fucked up, happy as well, we're all pretty thrilled to be alive...
...afterwards, to J***'s place, I ask for a drink, he cracks a bottle of prosecco..."50$ a bottle ..." he tells us, "I don't like it....". He repeats the price a number of times, as if $50.00 a bottle is beyond our comprehension. And he's lost his phone, left it in the cab, a "It's a $1000.00 dollar phone..." he tells us...
Everything has a price and he's too quick to let us know. He's alright, but I trust him as far as I can throw him. By 5:00 AM I'm sober enough to grab a cab for me and A*****, drop him off, recover the jeep, the next day I'm surprisingly well recovered...
Sciences that serve as metaphor for the collective unconscious...
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A short list:
- Paleontology - the most primitive, limbic region of our brain, revealed through giant lizards and fish that we imaging to be the gluttons of all basic desires (reproduction, feeding, etc.). Paleontologists excavate our primitive roots and ancestry, explain them away, much as psychology helps us to discern our most primal motivations.
- Spelunking: The exploration of hidden regions beneath the earth (conscious.). Self-explanatory, psychology.
- Archaeology: The evolution of mind, explored through the evolution of societies, cultures, countries world-wide.
All of these, to one degree or another, are excavating and mining as much within the unconscious - exploring desire, fear, the primal emotions as well as the beginnings of the more refined emotions - as they are generally increasing the weal of human consciousness.
Best. Painting. Ever.
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Found this painting at a thrift shop today, would have bought, but at $160.00 it was a bit out of my league...
What would appear to be a wizard or prophet lecturing a disinterested group of disciples under the light of a giant sea-shell. In a cave. If you look closely you'll see those souls being sucked into the light cast by the sea-shell...
Fucking genius.
I mean, really, If I could do better, I would, but there's no way...
I know who could but she's not speaking to me...
Note the detail. On the left the colorless crystals, the waterfall, the subterranean setting (why are they in a cave? Why is the seashell giving off light? Is this Darwin feeding the masses? Or letting them starve? I'm not sure...)
Here's a more detailed view:
Midget (black? pygmy) lady pulling on prophet/wizards coat. Nun on donkey. Bishop and yellow carrying lamp. Oh, this is so full-fucking-on, and looking at it again I'm wishing I'd spent the money. But curiously, I don't think it's going anywhere, except maybe the MOBA. They would LOVE this, find the artist, and make him/her a celebrity of outsider art...Absolute Genius.
Long days, longer weeks ...
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Work is slow. Slowest it's ever been. Everywhere is slow, it's the price of oil, gas, the mon-economy of Calgary. But the owner's paid for it all, in the boom years, the land, the restaurant, the space, he's not paying $5,000, $10,000, $35,000 a month rent, so he's surviving....
For a while...
He's been making calls lately, lots of calls, receiving strange visitors, bankers, and we're starting to suspect he's of a mind to sell the restaurant, retire, move somewhere south like Panama where the child support won't be crushing him. To prepare himself he's been watching "Narcos" and reading up on Pablo Escobar - "I love these sort of people", and then informs me of what a community leader and philanthropist he was, how much he was worth, the size of his empire, I think I know what he means, these larger-than-life heroes and villains, over lunch we're treated to the lugubrious soundtrack played over his iphone...
The other lunch chef, she's been adding all sorts of friends to Facebook, the Virgin Mary, Baby Jesus, Joseph, all of the saints, I didn't know they were on Facebook but apparently they are, and she's showing us their pictures and updates on her phone ...
A*****, the sane Italian, no relation to the rest, he cringes when he catches my eye, he knows what I'm thinking ..."...And you say there's a whole country filled with you people?.."
With work slow we're back to the pandering to the painful "regulars", the once-a-month diners that come in as we're closing and stay the entire afternoon drinking with the owner, leaving halfway through the dinner rush, every day a new one, the days grow long and torturous...
And the owner's begun to miss G***, ask if he's found work yet, don't know if he's thinking of swinging the axe again, I'd be next, thank goodness for the new jeep as I'll be one of the next Alberta casualties and I'll need the wheels...
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