full-cycle midwoch & 'round mitternacht again, again...on th beach...

'call me aimless- er, ishmael!'

(i remember a talk by polish theater director & theorist jerzy grotowski where he made a point that reaching a goal

meant dealing w/ th loss of yr stated aim rather than gaining anything)

all too quickly i'm back on my coffee habit & frittering unfocused energy on old self-distracting routines...

walking, not running. today i managed two 'supersets' of my five-exercise abs circuit. champing at th bit.

golden seal applied topically every night th last four nights or so has done wonders to bring down what was left of lingering inflammation. th strange & scary part is that at th center of th ring of shrinking but still rubbery-hard lymph nodes, th still feverishly warm center of bacterial debris from enduring infection feels soft enough that a careless jab might break th skin, deep enough that half of my thumb might sink into pus & lymph without finding solid flesh.

auughh! (to quote charlie brown) where's my quad or th sartorious that connects to th pubic bone & crosses th thigh

to reach th outside of th quadriceps & got worked so hard as i forced my turn-out in dance class, lo! those many years ago?? too too terribly attached to this instrument & vessel- how do i let go? is this part of th process? awareness of

th perishability & contingency of 'causes & conditions'...

midnight come & gone...earlier, don tite curet alonso (composer of numerous popular latin music classics beginning

w/ boleros in th '40's, guarachas in th 50's & 60's & that catch-all hybrid called salsa since then) was featuring

th late, great cuban sonero beny moré on his radio show. one old bolero i had never heard began,

a medianoche comienza la vida

a medianoche comienza el amor...

(life begins at midnight/love begins at midnight...)

-& i remember guessing at th german for midnight as i wrote last week & mixing it w/ th italian 'mezzanotte', which i love th sound of, that double zzzzzzzz, & sliding it into 'mezzanozze' which, as far as i know, is a nonexistent made-up word which might mean something like 'mid-wedding'- or maybe, 'half-wedding'? -in spanish, you see, 'medio' means both 'middle' & 'half'! -i forget th word for 'half' in italian, but guessing from th french, in which 'milieu' means middle & 'demi' means half...hmm- 'la moitié' means th half of something. 'demi' i used only as a particel, i believe...hey hans-peter-david, can you help me w/ this? are you still visiting for a week or two sometime this month?? does no news at this late date mean plans never firmed up? give a holler sometime!

i discovered a wonderful, gorgeous site by a young, vietnamese-born woman travel writer:

www.wanderingspoon.com

i've been working on making my own curry powder from scratch lately & she's been doing this long trek focusing on curries beginning in singapore, thru vietnam, thailand & ending, of course, in india...but maybe i'll leave that for next installment-i only just browsed her site & started on th older articles th first time. i want her curry diary to light a good fire under my butt before i start writing on cuisine!

happy trails, y'all! d=(8{>