Where bobby pins, black socks, guitar picks and my mind go.

Hey yo, got the swollen eyes this morning and I'm a vagabond in a borrowed (with smell intact) Berkeley t-shirt. I basically look like an Oliver Twist (old stained oxfords) scumbag who somehow snuck through the UC system. But isn't it all so worth it! Having broken up with whiskey about a week and a half ago (I think whiskey is a Scorpio), I have steadily been dating merlot and I really like where our relationship is headed. Wine is dependable, mostly consistent, leaves a physical stain on one's lips as a limit warning and the hangover is a million times better (comparatively). Plus, my sense of composure (ha) while imbibing is stellar and no blackouts! Oh, and antioxidants oui? Man, I still want to smash grapes between my toes a la Lucy.
I was thinking about the following videos for the last week:
Albert has escaped the clutches of the US Army and been let out of Afghanistan. He visited me for t-gives break and we played rock band/ate gyros/went to the Top of the Rock (that has to be the last fucking time! I cannot get behind paying Rockefeller $31.00 to see the tops of park trees and the roof of my apt.)/walked across the Brooklyn Bridge while sipping the shittiest, tummy-shaming coffee ever. We took the circle line 'round McHattan and, as he repeatedly tried to push me overboard (never ever can't thing of G. Hawn when I write that word), talked about the wonderful life/story of Alexander Hamilton, which led to the infamous Got Milk? commercial and then, in a round about manner (spurred by a giant billboard at the top of the East River), how different our nation would be had Bobby Kennedy taken office.
I find only a few flaws in her argument.

Another gem that we stumbled upon (which, by the view count, means I'm 2 million blog years behind) while playing the "youtube game" wherein each person has a chance to say one word which is then put in the youtube search engine to bring up any number of kinetic oddities.
Jimi and I are developing a performance piece based around the many myths of Mt. Shasta (hopefully we'll be able to do it at Ooga Booga this month). I am in research mode presently and came upon a Mt. Shasta web-cam! Unfortunately, much like the puppy cam during nap time, not a whole lot to work with.
Last night (returning to the Bobby Kennedy thread), I had the good fortune to spend some time with my favorite troubadour and oral ruminator (tales of drug heists across many borders, tales of amphetamine fueled love and guitars) the inimitable Don (Belle and Emmy's papa). An old dude who's seen his share of national blunders (he got his head busted during the 60s standing up for civil rights), he let on that this election was the first time he'd felt hopeful since the Kennedy era and that he had even gone so far as to cease using the n-word. Hey, small steps.
Oh shit! Is this only amazing when you're stoned? I am in loveeeeee:
(There are two more videos I have yet to watch). Suzanne Somers was so cute? Wha happen?Or I don't know, she looks good? Kinda Donatella meets Courtney Love meets Jem? (I don't know why this is underlined, sorry).