Thursday, July 22, 2004

Radio Frequency for a summer afternoon....

After following the ticklish tug of the feathery-voice last night, arriving home for a long over due, any decade-now-you-can-get-some sleep (but why sleep if you have freetime)... I found the house flooded with bahai's....my personal narratives seriously plays host to a lack of intrigue and surprise b/c either one of two things will inevitably occur. A.) Swissy-Missy will inexplicably show up with boyfriend in tow and say something to me, only a visual handicap hinders me from connecting fully with her or B.) Something straight out of the blogg will manifest itself, from the square canvas of the computer to the corporeal canvas of creation,  spirit disguised beneath the winged creature of voice and breath. I haven't seen Swissy since earlier this week which means -bing bing bing bing bing-Bee is the correct answer.

Meandered home completely drained, optically-addled and fatigued. Mike sort of slapped a Welcome Matt for the entire human race at our doorsteps...he initially unearthed the faith through a cool couple with door knobs culled straight from Denny's  (they were always open)...so now our hut serves as a little spiritual safehaven where people come over and chew the cud of their travels...(Uncle Mike tried to have all this new age "relaxing" crystal music playing but I told him "Enough with the damn Rivendale chimes, alright.")  

Last night Gary was talking about the time of the he met the Guardian's wife in Maryland where he also mentioned a certain dwarfish, golden rhetorical-voiced professor who held a certain Baha'i chair and I'm nodding my head, assenting, like 'whatever" and then...hmmmm.....I wonder.... 

Mike also has a bootleg (although I've yet to hear it) of this particular prof. chanting THE FIRE TABLET.

For some reason (My hardcore JK ROWLINGS predeliction... her lucid prose and enchanting persona deems her the sexiest Childrens writer of all time) everytime I think of the World Peace Conferance I picture it as being a spiritual Hogwarts Haven (b/c daniela's terra ferrma is magical) with eccentric-eyed professor's and enlightening lectures sculpting malleable minds...Maybe once arya returns, she'll remember to bring me back home a broomstick.......

  





3 comments:

daku said...

... and the new name for Mister D. is...
Captain Harry Universe! (-;

David Von Behren said...

There's easily room for two on my broomstick. But I don't have time for frivolity. Captain H.U. needs to revenge the death of Captain Pony Tail Holder who was slaughtered by you-know-who....

arya said...

that would be the man. i have to take a picture of the harry potter castle across the hill from here. it is unreal.