turning 66 and meeting the trans new me

DARE I WRITE THIS? I sup­pose I’d best: yes­terday was my 66th birthday—I’ve made it this far! This is no big deal to those who have known the West Coast ver­sion of me: staid and rather pre­dictably un­ad­ven­turous. Boring, in fact. (But con­sid­erate, no matter what my ex says!) READ MORE

and here I thought I had a person of interest look

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IT WAS NICE DAY, if a bit brisk. Most folks were wearing sweaters or jackets. Not me: I was standing in Half-Price Books in a black long-sleeve shirt. Looking idly ahead. I had stepped aside in the aisle to allow a few cus­tomers who were en­tering the store to move past me.

The last cus­tomer in line was a pretty blonde. READ MORE

a fishing expedition with a nasty dude in camelot

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BEING A CREATURE OF HABIT (well, sort of) (um, not that often, re­ally, but oc­ca­sion­ally), I turn first to tried and true Merriam-Webster when looking up de­f­i­n­i­tions for new (and some­times old) words and phrases. It’s still one of the best on­line dic­tio­nary re­sources, even if I do find more ap­pro­priate de­f­i­n­i­tions for my needs in other dic­tio­naries. READ MORE

mystical liberal loves long walks in the city in the rain

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A LOT IS ASKED OF MYSTICAL LIBERALS! The latest is my cat now wakes me up at four o’­clock. In the morning. She does this after failing to rouse Berni. El gato loco has fi­nally re­al­ized that nothing rouses Princess Berni when she’s asleep (ex­cept the oc­ca­sional pea that I place be­neath her side of our double-thick futon).  READ MORE

to be a better musician in a better position

DOUG WAS A CELLIST with the Seattle Sym­phony. He was a good if undis­tin­guished player, so he sat in the back of the cello sec­tion. It wasn’t the best sit­u­a­tion, and he dreamed of better things—to be a better mu­si­cian in a better po­si­tion! But no matter how much or how often or how hard he prac­ticed, he couldn’t seem to get any better! READ MORE

jaco and the gorram frakking parrot (or, do men ever listen to women?)

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BACK IN THE ’80s, Be­lane and I were living in St He­lena in Northern Cal­i­for­nia’s gor­geous Napa Valley. Aside from selling records through the mail with ads in Gold­mine mag­a­zine, I made a few extra bucks by doing hand­i­work for neigh­bors. I could fix a lot of things, mostly minor re­pairs. READ MORE

why you should always tell the truth

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AFTER LANDING A HUGE CONTRACT, John’s com­pany gave him a four-day/three-night weekend for two at a fa­mous golf re­sort in Scot­land. As he was single, he in­vited me along, de­spite my having nei­ther knowl­edge of, or love for, the game of golf. John knew this as I was forth­right about these things and I al­ways tell the truth! READ MORE

not your typical african grey parrot

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I MET THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS in the last month of the last year of the last cen­tury. I was 47 and Berni was, well, let’s say younger. People who know us now think we’re a per­fect match, a ‘nat­ural’ couple. But it wasn’t al­ways so—especially not in the be­gin­ning, when I was gaga over her but she was con­sid­er­ably less than gaga over me. READ MORE

just how does lsd affect your consciousness?

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JUST HOW DOES LSD af­fect human con­scious­ness? This ques­tion has puz­zled users and in­ves­ti­ga­tors for more than sev­enty years. Per­son­ally, I have been more amazed and filled with joy wonder awe at the Universe/Void/God than puz­zled by the how of these things. And that seems to be a defining dif­fer­ence be­tween the ex­pe­ri­enced and the non-experienced in the world of LSD and any and all things psy­che­delic. READ MORE