In Case of Sunburn Apply Watermelon

OK, so it’s mid-August and it’s that feeling of summer winding down.  Crank up your stereos to some Frank Sinatra because that Summer wind is blowin’ out again.  And my friends, if you come away with nothing gained from this summer let me drop some knowledge on you that befell me one fateful weekend on Milton 3 Ponds this summer.  In case of sunburn apply watermelon.  It works, especially when you’re suffering and purple and when shirts are your enemy and hugs are unbearable and aloe is nowhere in sight.  Although once I got home and regained my bearings on civilization and aloe came back into the picture, watermelon quickly went back to being just food.  And I’m okay with that.

The night is coming on again and it’s hot again.  My God, this has been a hot summer.  Unbearably buggy and unbearable humid, consistently.  If you don’t believe that the world is changing, that the oceans are warming up then you need look no further than the Russian side of the Sea of Japan where three people have lost limbs to great whites.  What’s so crazy about that?  Well, they don’t get much bigger than dogfish off the Russian coast in the Sea of Japan and the water is somehow warmer than is should be.  Wake up, kids, the sun’s a little brighter today.

To kind of play on the side of the skeptic I will say this, perhaps it is not a great white, after all they are not indigenous to that part of the world.  But I doubt a dogfish is ripping the arms and legs off of swimmers, if anything this is the work of the legendary chupacabra or Godzilla or dare I say, King Kong!  But isn’t it just the way of every generation to wish that they would come across something as strange and wildly exciting as a Godzilla or King Kong like the dragons of the Dark Ages.  Kurt Vonnegut once said that we are still living in the Dark Ages.  I can see that.  Not everyone is an Einstein, yet.

I don’t recall a summer where I’ve met so many interesting and joyful people.  Seriously, I’ve spent weekends with some wild brothafuckers and they are all legit in my book.  Things like meeting wildly inspiring and different people should come around more often.  All I can say is, “where were you guys 4 months ago?”  It is inevitable that we will have to walk through hard doors and meet hard times in our lives.  I’ve learned a lot from my mistakes and I’ve learned a lot about my compulsive and weird self.  I’ve learned about other people as well, that people walk different, think different, want different things.  People can be phony and flaky and people can be true to their cores and as genuine as apple trees.  It’s knowing the difference that helps.

Anyway the summer isn’t over yet despite the hype of an early fall.  I’ve got some plans left and some traveling to do and some friends to see.  Life parades on in it’s weird way like the funeral parade in Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams (youtube it).

Also, explore you’re world, your town, your bedroom.  There is much to see and do.  I’ve been going for these runs around town and it’s reminded me that there is much to do and be and that this town is full of such interesting corners that you can be shown the light if you look at it right.  Also, Audioslave makes for a prime running companion.

Cheers.