M is M

Man, its hard to write when things are going well. Its like sitting on the beach, watching the surf roll in -then- trying to give an inspiring half time speech. "Just, like, well... do what you can guys... and, uh, the rest will take care of itself, right?" It just doesn't quite fly.

A sign over back door at the Counter Culture Cafe, says:

"Deep in you mind

Deep in your soul

Just let it go "

Words to live by. I can hear Bast, the cat goddess saying these words in the back of my mind. At least that's how it happened in "American Gods".

Yup, work has been pretty chill as of late. Well, okay, the computers did go down once or twice last week, which makes for a particularly fun day, but other than that... its all good, brothah.

And, of course, I've been spending a great deal of time with M of late. Who is this mysterious "M", you ask? Sounds very James Bond. But no, M is simply M - far from mysterious (and yet, not an entirely known quantity). Perhaps "M" stands for "mercurial"...

Today we had breakfast at the US Egg, which has certain historical connotations* but there we were:

She: Dressed in jeans, and scuffed, pointy-toed cowboy boots, a pseudo-leather jacket (stiff as an old couch) and somewhat oily, disheveled reddish-brown hair. The pink stripes in her shirt matched the apples in her cheeks and little green shades framed her shiney-dark eyes, more pupils than iris.

Me: Faded black jeans and a black t-shirt, tan cordoroy jacket, bed head and sunglasses from a 70's police drama (borrowed from M). I should mention that every time I put on the glasses, the song "Sabotage" starts playing in my head.

We ate eggs while sitting in the sun, looking like two aging rockers just rolled out of bed at the crack of noon. I cackled/laughed like a girl (or so she says) while we talked about the feel of dirt, the art of heavy machinery operations, hot wiring cars, avoiding traffic tickets and other stuff.

Add to this: warm sun, hot coffee -and- well, I'd rather still be there than here, writing this.

*I once dated a waitress here, the beautiful, intelligent, and oh-so-crazy "V."