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2007 May 6th Sunday 11:45PDT
good for my health
Lewis Carroll wrote:
"Will you walk a little faster?" said the whiting to the snail
"There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
That verse is written on the back of a wonderful musical compilation: Ambient Dub Volume 1: The Big Chill. If you're not familiar with ambient-dub styles of music, i would recommend listening to those sorts of volumes of incredible audio treats to learn about some of the finest artists of the genre. A long time ago, probably during 1993 or 1994, i was given that disc by my friend Shawn McFetridge. We were best friends and roommates for a number of years in Essex Junction, Vermont. When he and i were first exploring psychedelic ecstatic journeys involving entheogenic drugs (LSD, MDMA, THC, psilocybin) we devoted many of our trips to the appreciation of sensory pleasures. Much of this involved listening to beautiful music, such as those anthologies on WaveForm Records. We also enjoyed gazing at phantasmagorical artwork, such as the paintings of Susan Seddon Boulet. Although the stronger psychoactive drugs sometimes rendered us physically incompetent to handle ordinary tasks, we occasionally were able to toy with various foods and beverages, relishing the sensations. Tactile pleasures were a large part of these experiences, and we sometimes massaged oils and vapor-rub into each other's skin. With some of our dearest friends-- particularly those who were highly experienced, such as Tony and Pasha-- wild sexual activities took place.
Those were fabulous times. Shawn has been dead for almost five years, but whenever i think about him lately i tend to ignore the fact of his absence and i focus instead on the wondrous enjoyment we shared.
Sunday April 29th i slept until after 2:30pm. In the late afternoon seven hot young men were skateboarding in the sunshine in the parking lot behind our building. "Should i go ask them to take their clothes off?" i jokingly asked Tony.
"They're probably all stoned," he laughed. We watched them appreciatively for a couple minutes. They seemed young, probably all between the ages of sixteen and nineteen by my estimation. They were all thin, and rather quiet except for the noise of their skateboards on the asphalt. What a lovely afternoon. I listened to Come With Us by the Chemical Brothers, another gift from Shawn. He loved teenaged skateboarders, whom we used to see aplenty during the summers of the mid-1990s in the public park next to our home in Essex Junction. [Our apartment complex was directly adjacent to the Maple Street Park, just to the left of the public pool as shown in this satellite photo/map.]
We decided to go out to dinner at the Lychee Buffet in the evening. As we were departing our apartment we found on our door a note from the management. We were informed of a power outage planned for the entire day Tuesday. Puget Sound Energy intended to replace the sixty year old transformer serving these two buildings, and the job could supposedly take eight or nine hours. The building supervisor was concerned for everyone's safety and convenience as there would be no lights in the hallways, no cordless telephones, et cetera. We usually stay in bed all morning anyway, but we thought perhaps it would be a good plan to spend the day away from home, avoiding opening the refrigerator, and so forth.
After we came home from our lovely dinner we watched our videotape of Scrubs, 30 Rock, the Simpsons, Family Guy, and American Dad. I fell asleep around 2:30am and stayed in bed for about ten hours. I was awakened Monday morning April 30th by the noise of Swansen's carpet cleaners working in the condo across the street which had been very recently vacated. I brewed a pot of Colombian coffee and listened to Amorphous Androgynous present The Isness & The Otherness while i swallowed my usual handfuls of pills.
While browsing through my various neighbors on Last•FM, i saw somebody's hyperlink to a fascinating page of Election result maps which give much clearer pictures of the actual political tendencies in the USA. Then i followed the links to Images of the social and economic world which were incredibly informative pieces of cartographic information which allow us to compare various types of global data with fresh perspectives. This also led to an exploration of Worldmapper, a website which has a collection of world maps, where territories are re-sized on each map according to the subject of interest. This was so informative.
Tuesday morning May 1st while we were in bed the power was off for only a few hours, and fortunately came back on by noon so our freezer and refrigerator didn't warm too much. I went around and reset the clocks, telephones, and VCRs which were all blinking with the wrong displays. Tony went back to sleep but i brewed a nice pot of coffee and added Pasano's hazelnut sugar-free syrup. I listened to one of my favorite early-1990s albums by Juno Reactor: Transmissions. Then i spent the rest of the afternoon converting old analogue hi-fi tapes into digital files on my iMac.
Wednesday May 2nd i played with my friend Bam (#4 from my toy collection) while listening to beautiful music and meditating on the G-Force visualizer into which artwork by Stevee Postman had been blended. That resulted in several orgasms and serious physical satisfaction. In the evening Tony fucked me and happily pumped my butt full of his semen (happy happy joy joy, i'm a happy boy, boy) before i fell asleep for twelve hours.
Thursday May 3rd i enjoyed downloading music from MixMaster Morris' show at Tantra in Tokyo 1993. This lovely session had many pleasant ambient favorites, including reworkings of Flying High, Spiritual High, and Barbarella. I watched the sailboats on Bellingham Bay in the late afternoon and early evening as i listened to the sweet melodies. Every day from my window i see the chimneys of oil refineries on the Georgia Strait emitting their plumes of toxins. It's frustrating to feel there's little i can do personally to affect this situation. Mike Farell's article Cancer Alley is an excellent description of what humans are doing to the planet, and to each other, with little regard for the poisonous consequences. I wish polluters would take responsibility for their work. I wish for a lot of unlikely things.
Friday May 4th i slept until the early afternoon. While sipping my coffee in the sunshine by the northwest windows i was trawling through my usual web destinations when i saw MMM had posted a link in his blog to a wonderfully funny short film from Aardman Animations: Shaun The Sheep 10 - Saturday Night Shaun.
Friday night and Saturday morning i played with Bam (#4) again, and over the course of six or seven hours he caused me to have four orgasms. Looking back over the most recent eight days i counted a total of sixteen orgasms which i'd experienced; of those, twelve involved having Bam stuffed all the way up my ass, and the other four were during more relaxed masturbation or sex with Tony. I am always so delighted to romp and exercise with that enormous rubber dong-- he inspires me to exert myself physically, to be playful, to work up a sweat repeatedly. These activities help me to feel healthier, to be in better physical shape, and to gain a deep sense of satisfaction on so many occasions. I must say that giant dildos are good for my health.
Saturday May 5th at 11am as i was rolling around on the bed with my favorite ass-stuffing-toy i heard the sounds of some loud engines outside. I looked out the northwest window to see tugboats pulling the huge Horizon Pacific cargo ship away from the international pier. Alice in Ultraland by Amorphous Androgynous (the Future Sound Of London) played on the stereo, and i especially enjoyed the song In the Summertime Of Consciousness. In the afternoon i slept for about five hours, then i woke up in the evening, took a shower, and went out to dinner with Tony. We enjoyed a huge meal at Shari's diner in Telegraph Village on the Guide Meridian, where we caught a glimpse of Adrian, the sexiest waiter in that part of town. We came home and lied around in front of the television, i caught a few minutes of Mad TV; then i fell asleep again, quite exhausted from the weekend's sexercises.
I slept almost nine hours until late in the morning of Sunday May 6th. When i awoke i saw six seals convening on the logs of the breakwater along the shoreline. The dead sailboat which had been beached on the rocks near the international pier was hoisted by a small crane onto a flatbed trailer to be hauled away by a large truck. Tony and i saw dozens of bicyclists heading uphill along North State Street below our windows. They had numeric markings on their sleeves, so i thought perhaps they were in some kind of race. But they didn't actually appear to behave very competitively, so i speculated perhaps they were simply practising for the upcoming Ski to Sea events which are held annually on Memorial Day weekend here in Bellingham.
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