Can you dig it?


I’ve been feeling unusually optimistic lately. Maybe it’s seeing my essay in print. Maybe it’s the sunny days and nice weather. Maybe it’s just knowing all the great stuff M & I have lined up to do this summer. Who knows why, but this is how I’m feeling right now:

everything here is so clear, you can see it
and everything here is so near, you can feel it
and it’s real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
I think I’ll dust off some of those goals for 2006 and actually make an effort.

Spirited

I’m in this newly published anthology called Spirited: Affirming The Soul and Black Gay/Lesbian Identity.
While the book itself is just published, my piece was actually written in 2001. At one point in the essay, I describe God as octopus-like with a tentacle connected to each of us.
Today, when I think of octopus-gods, my mind immediately pictures H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulu:

That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie.

And With Strange Aeons Even Death May Die

Minado


Went to a Japanese Buffet today for brunch and had a curious incident. The restaurant is great with separate areas for sushi, salads/fruits, hot food, and desserts. Now, today the line for hot food was a nightmare. We thought families will be home for Easter–wrong! They just brought all of the kids with them, so the line moved terribly slow.

Anyway, I’m standing in line and I notice an young guy trying hovering outside of the line. He was looking to cut in front of someone to grab some crab balls or something. Now, there are a couple of men in front of me in the line and we are all waiting patiently and moving along. Young guy waits until I’m in front of the food he wants and tries to break in front of me.

Of course, I don’t move. He turns to me (pissed) and says, “You aren’t going to let me in, are you?” The guy in line in front of me turns around to see what’s going on and I say to both of them, “Let you in? I believe this is a line.” The guy in front of me agreed and pissed guy fumed a little but got in the back of the line.

So, I’ve been wondering why he thought he could try that trick with me. Note: he didn’t even say excuse me–just thought he would be able to step in and get what he wanted.  I wonder what made him look at that long line and think I was the weakest link.