RV Journey 2010 – Back In Albuquerque

My mom was really confused when she found me at home this morning.

Coming back so soon was slightly embarrassing. It’s been a week since we started the RV Journey, and so far there’s been no RV and hardly a journey.

Eventually both of my parents heard about how I cut my hand, and freaked out about the lack of sanitary procedures, and use of crazy glue. So Dad made an appointment for me and had me go to urgent care to get stitched and cleaned properly.

The doctor was actually thoroughly impressed with the tape/glue job we did on my wound. He thought it was a bad idea to reopen my wound to clean it, so he brought in a second doctor to look at it. She was super impressed, too, as they also use Krazy Glue™ to mend deep gashes in the flesh.

I didn’t tell Julia I was back in town and decided to show up to her house during a conversation on the phone while having her believe I was 500 miles away. Then we had Bloody Mary’s with her and her friends and explored various yoga postures.

Tom’s Wrist Slash

Coma was supposed to have band practice today. For whatever reason, practice was canceled, so Tommy and I talked about meeting up to jam anyway. Soon after the conversation, the outside temperature dropped 10 degrees, and it starting raining. So I said “Maybe we be jammin’ another day”.

Later, I got a call from Tommy urgently needing assistance because he slipped while chopping open some coconuts at his house. I collected gauze and other bandage material and drove over to his house.

The wound looked like a mouth had formed where his thumb meets his wrist, carrying a lazy expression of slightly parted lips. The mouth drooled red fluid, and by the time I got there it was mostly done drooling and spitting, so long as Tommy kept the mouth closed.

The whole thing was quite the bummer considering that if we had band practice or if I decided to jam, the coconut knife-slip never would have happened. Plus Tommy could have comfortably gone to yoga without any fears of wounds opening up during down-dogs and side-planks.

The story is that after 3 hours in the waiting room, the doctor finally began to look at the wound, tied a mask on to take a closer look, and blood shot straight out.

While Tommy was semi-irritated about the incident for short-term reasons, I’ve been thinking about the unfortunate location of the wound, and the eyes that will draw conclusions when seeing Tommy’s scar for the first time.

The Graduate

I took my sister back to the airport and said goodbye. I hit yoga. Then I watched The Graduate for free on On-Demand.

What a good movie… a good, good movie.

L’écoulement de vie

Today Joel stopped by on impulse. I ate food in front of him at Whole Foods, and insisted that he’d try my raspberry kombucha. He hated it and said it tasted just like vinegar. Then he introduced a less-popular conversation about Hitler; that some of his art is actually pretty fantastic.

After self-centered mealtime, we drove to an area of town where the fog was rolling in pretty thick.

Later, I went to yoga. It’s been pretty crowded lately, to the point where I’m slapping the hand of the person next to me while doing some of the movements.  It makes for a less focused yogic experience.

A group of us hung out at Dustin’s tonight. I brought a fat bottle of wine, Julia and Noel came over, and attention drifted from random conversation to music-inspired thought streams. The night ended with a hippy drum circle jam session that may have not seemed so cool without wine.

Childs Pose

Today I helped Josh and Erin move from their small apartment to a new one that’s 2-3 times its size.

After that, I went to yoga for the first time in about a month. Tommy met me there. He left early. Maybe I should have too, because I had to spend a good portion of the session in this pose.

The Weirdest Video Ever – Children’s Yoga Teacher/Farmer

I’ve been taking yoga since June. After Ashley showed me this video, I think I’ve decided to rethink what I may become.

“You’re smarter than you look… well, sort of.”

The good thing about Roswell is the free Mexican dinners we all get from Eduardo every night.  Tonight is tacos. Me gusta tacos. Me gusta tacos mucho.

Work is weird in the sense that everyone is still trying to figure me out. Guys try to do the bro-ah-bro teasing, seeking a connection in a way by which I’ve never fully learned to react. Then, sometimes dudes say things in passing that I take personally. Taking nonsense personally seems to be an INFP trait (not that I’m confining myself to a 16-personality-types-only definition), and it has happened all my life. The good thing is I’m in a phase that I don’t take shite from anybody when it’s unjustified. And what’s fascinating is, people usually come back begging for your respect again, without having to say a word. Like they feel your negative mental waves or something… justified, of course. That’s the important part.

Then sometimes you learn that what they meant is not at all how it was intended to be received.

Meanwhile, the TV is on next to me, and the national news reports:

“Amazing breaking news we will report on what is really happening today with spirituality…” as images of multi-cultural gatherings take place, including yoga classes.

The news is the first place I want to find out about this stuff, so I gotta go.

Yoga Mood Release

All I did today was go to Yoga, other than spending many hours staring into space, reading, contemplating things that relate to resisting boredom and bad mood.

We had a substitute instructor. I’ve never really done a yoga class and felt irritated, but I did today.

Yoga Instructor: “Now spread your legs apart, enough so your favorite animal could walk between them. Your favorite small animal. Like a raccoon.”

(nervous laughing)

There were moments where I could tell she was making stuff up, dropping references to being a jungle animal while making figure-8 motions with our butts in the air. We all looked like a group of low-IQ disabled exercisers. And just like Hugo Stieglitz in Inglourious Basterds, I felt like I was tied to a post, getting lashed with a bull-whip.

But, I felt pretty good afterwards.

Home

H, sweet H

Got home in time to be taken out for pizza with Mum ‘n Dad. I got it with gluten-free crust. Then I slept.

One thing I hadn’t mentioned is that before I left for tour, my left arm has been asleep. I’m guessing I pinched a nerve in yoga while doing excessive down-dogs and side-planks. 2 weeks later, it’s still numb. Uh oh.