Sinking slowly into empathy.

Looking back it is hard to imagine how else it could have happened. The weekend started Friday evening and I saw I had received a package. Inside was the delightful CD whose artwork you see above. A Life Without Fear by Ekkehard Ehlers had concluded its 3 day journey to my mail box and was now playing on my stereo. Delightful. This recording can be distinguished from previous recordings in that it retains a great deal of organic sounds such as guitar and vocals. Some of you that may have reviewed this blog from the beginning will note that this blog is in fact named after an E.E. composition from the album Politik braucht keinen Feind.

This weekend was Long Beach Pride Weekend. The train ride to Long Beach was a low class fiasco. Noisy loud passengers. Yet the various language and dialogs created a gentle wall of white noise that lulled me to sleep. I awoke on the outskirts of Long Beach and phoned JEC. JEC arrived just in time. We went to his place where we changed into our Beach clothes. A couple of hours hanging on the beach admiring the hetero-talent. Went back to JEC's, showered changed, Collie came over, and we left. Drinks and food at a delightful Lebanese restaurant called Open Season. Open Season. Not a gay bar, but a restaurant. Who knew. While eating Collie expressed an awkward interest in my lisp, and I made him feel guilty

Came back to the apartment and decided to crash a house party in San Pedro. Who on earth goes to house parties in San Pedro. For a while we were the only three people there, but eventually other people arrived. I was not in the mood to let anyone else select the music. Collie was convinced that JEC and I were in a snitty mood and he was prolly right. JEC took some photos. Click here to see them.

Went to the Pike, stole a beer glass, and argued with JEC over the merits of Bareback Mountain. I essentially agreed with him, but sometimes I think he tries to be contrarian for the sake of being difficult so I need to test his conviction through analytical discourse. After several drinks is usually the best time for such an exercise.

Woke up the next morning in a considerable amount of pain. The hangover coupled with dermal dysplasia meant that the most essential goal would need to be brunch. JEC and I went to Champagne brunch at Acapulcos. JEC told our server it was my birthday so they brought me a sombrero and rice pudding and sang me happy birthday. No one looks good in a sombrero. If you don't believe me go see for yourself. Link has been removed.

The weather was lame so we decided to watch the DaVinci Code. Don't ask. I went to Long Beach for Pride and wound up watching a movie. So typical.

Woke up early this morning. At my bus stop someone had ran over a fire hydrant and a 30 foot fountain of water was gushing from the ground. I am pretty sure it wasn't a metaphor.