9 February 2004: Absinthe Forts

The Inanna Dialogue will continue in my next entry. Lila has already sent me her part of it; I just haven’t finished my part yet. And now I’m putting off my writing of it to write this entry about the various things that have interrupted my writing of it.

Last night I dreamed of my Pack. I was living in an enormous house, with many of my friends, and the rest of the Pack was continually dropping by in a nonstop party.

And you were there, and you were there...

It made me miss many people. But Moly most especially. He showed up at the party, and I was like, “Dude, I’ve got so much to tell you!” But I didn’t get to tell it to him during the dream, so today I’m finally going to call him.

The Khan was there, too, but the dream didn’t make me miss him because, after missing him for a long time, I’ve finally been hanging out with him in my waking life this past week. Which is very good indeed.

One of the most interesting things about the dream was that it included, among the many guests and housemates, numerous people in my Pack whom I haven’t yet met in my waking life (at least not in this lifetime). It made me miss them, too. I hope I meet them soon.

The dream ended with me on the way to my own room in the house. Perhaps implying that my “room” was my waking life? Anyway, I was taking my dad to see my room. We got upstairs and found that a bunch of people, including Aleph, Da Rong Jo, Geminica, and various friends-I-haven’t-met-yet, were hanging out up there dying their hair blue. They’d given Aleph a mohawk.

The last thing I remember was Dad asking me, “Do you still have those absinthe forts?”

Absinthe forts? I have no idea what those are, but, like those friends-I-haven’t-met-yet, I sure hope a bunch of them come my way soon. I’ll keep you posted. As soon as I have an absinthe fort, you’re all invited.

Deep in my heart
There’s a house
That can hold
Just about all of you.

 

I woke with the above verse (from “Spaceball Ricochet,” by T. Rex) in my mind. And then I did my morning email check and discovered I had a message from Yoko, telling me that she’d dreamed of me and Dragon Lady last night, and, in my still-hypnogogic state, certain details of her dream evoked the next verse:

I brought a car
It was old but kind
I gave it my mind
And it disappeared.

 

And speaking of my dad:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/old_cutter_john

I dropped my Spanish class. Partly because it sucked hairy donkey butt, but mostly because I’d finally managed to really overschedule myself – not just in the sense of “I’m busy busy busy,” but in the sense of “My weight is dropping dangerously again because I no longer have time to eat.” Very bad. Especially with all the stuff I’ve got to process and integrate from the Initiations lab. I’ve tried that before – doing lots of powerful initiatic work and then not resting enough to allow myself to process it. Tried it back at the end of 2000, and I broke myself. It’s nice to discover that I learned my lesson – that I’m not stupid enough to do that to myself again, at least not this time. A week ago, I realized that I just had to cut back, cut myself some slack. So I dropped the thing that was benefitting me the least, which was Spanish. And now life is good and happy, and, between Algebra and Psychology, I’m still taking enough credits this semester to be eligible for all the financial aid I’d been eligible for before.

Loving Algebra, by the way. I was struggling at first, because the ridiculous load of Spanish homework was eating all my study time. But now that I’ve got time to work on the Algebra properly, I love it and I’m good at it. In fact, I enjoy it so much that, when given an assignment like “Do at least ten of the problems in the chapter,” I’ll do a lot more than was assigned, whenever I can find the time. I’ve even picked up Moly’s famous habit of working on math homework while on the toilet, which is one of the many things I have to tell him when I call him.

My dojo’s got a new brown belt: last Sunday, Falling Water did the best 2nd kyu test I’ve ever seen.

Foxfire’s black belt test is in four weeks.

Still getting a steady flow of new students and maintaining a lower-than-usual student dropout rate.

Still doing lots of yoga.

Almost started capoeira right after I dropped the Spanish class. But then I realized, “Whoa, hold up... I just dropped the Spanish class so that I’d have a little slack time for eating and sleeping and not-having-a-breakdown... maybe immediately committing that slack time to a new and demanding activity isn’t such a good idea.” So capoeira’s on hold until after the Orphans of Delerium performances.

Also after the Orphans of Delerium performances, Dragon Lady and I are finally going to start going to dance classes together. We’d had plans some time ago to learn swing dancing, but couldn’t make it work with our schedules. But now I’ve found a Tango class that does fit into both of our schedules, or will in five weeks when Orphans is done. Yay!

The Orphans of Delerium creation/distillation sessions (“rehearsals” doesn’t seem like the right word for what we’re doing) are going very well. The work is challenging, interesting and fun. I’m not going to be writing much about them here. For those of you who will be able to make it to the performances, I don’t want to give anything away beforehand. Though actually, I’m not sure that I could give anything away, since the performances, like the creation/distillation process itself, will be spontaneous rituals, which means that God alone knows how they’ll unfold, and also means that the three performances might be very different from each other.

But still, I’m not going to write much about it here. Instead, I’m going to have some breakfast, and call Moly, and do a whole lot of Algebra.

Check back toward the end of the week for the next installment of The Inanna Dialogue.

Until then, I wish you many monkeys.