So as exactly no one else has noticed, I missed my “Brian Happening” this week. While I did commit to a once-a-week schedule, I do think it’s reasonable to miss something when I have a good excuse. Now, there is a spectrum—a continuum—of good excuses; OMG this indica is so strong I’ve got couch lock—an excuse, but not really a good one; started going to gym, am fucking dog tired—that’s something I wouldn’t mind admitting to, out loud, even. Of course, that excuse only works for about a week; I’ve already got two or three half-things, so a week is all I need.
This week, there’s also been the various poetry events—open mics, book launch parties—I attended, doing my part to support whatever community I’ve found myself a part of. The poets in the San Diego scene are generally pretty chill; most of them are acceptably eccentric, too. So they’ve got that going for them, which is nice.
I’ve started seeing this eccentric college kid. Legal, yes; bar legal, no. Dog tired. Did you know Lemonheads did a pretty awesome cover of Mrs. Robinson? The college kid believes in magic and spells and things. Most of it is actually based on actual historical texts from Europe and whatnot; not that I necessarily believe any of it, but I don’t see how it’s any less legitimate than a devout Catholic and the Bible. Of course, there’s the whole “not explicitly sexist and homophobic” thing on the plus column for faerys and majik wandz, so I misspoke; I actually respect organized religion less.
Maybe for my next Brian Happening, I could write a fun, joyous poem about how awesome love is—something very Shakespeare’s sonnets. Really, it’s all this emo free verse that has been sapping my energy; truly.