On a side note, revisiting my blogger account has been strange.... recognizing that I abandoned capital letters solidly for a number of years. I stabbed every grammar nazi I had encountered with the soul of e.e.cummings. Repeatedly. Writer and love child of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Lizzie Borden.
That brings us to the age old question, was Zelda crazy before she met Fitzie or was he the source of her madness. We're all born on the spectrum. Humans.
Human on board en route to Tejas. Yellow roses on the dashboard and wild flowers filling the holes in my soul. An audio course on sexual magic, motivational recordings from ye olde Equinox days, and hiphop records from across NorthCarolina on board for the journey.
One way includes a tour of Texas and an overnight with the Clinton clan in Little Rock. Another jumps off from a stop in Port Arthur, lighting a candle for Janis, then time well spent in New Orleans. Same drive time, both excellent routes. The southern loop includes a visit to Atlanta to scoop up my firstborn and check out the Georgia Guidestones for other worldly vibrations.
SXSW promises much and always delivers on more. I can barely wrap my mind around the website but I shall fully embody whatever prescious present I encounter there. I will isten to the music. I know to flow with the go. Use the force I shall. Journey on.
