dan is filling the house up with sage. not that he is the sage-burning type of guy. he is just more of a curious cat and he found this in the free pile. I bold this to remind myself to create a glossary of terms, later.

let me back up and start from the beginning.

i'm marya and i've been keeping an online journal for a few years now, but hard coding it because i dunno why. i liked being able to create new pages fresh every day.

i live in a housing co-op, the old kind, verging-on-commune-kind in a semi-conservative area of the central coast of california. i've lived here for nine years and am contemplating a move, but it's hard to contemplate because as much as i want my own refrigerator and bathroom (not refrigerator in bathroom), i love having this environment.

this environment is kind of like having your neighborhood's funky cafe in your livingroom, but having your living room be more like a mini ski-lodge, but not the plush kind of ski lodge, more like the funky neighborhood cafe sort.

more on the house later. that might warrent it's own post.

last week i was on a male-folkierama music fest punctuated by ryan adams, david gray and mason jennings. i thought i had turned a page. ;)

but today i just returned with three female world-beatish electronicish flimflamathon: si*se (self-titled), zap mama (7), and miriam makeba (homeland).

also, since this is a brand-new blog (and i reserve the right to remove this later), i might as well get this outta the way. i'm a buddhist. a baby buddhist, which means i'm still on my hinayana path. i'll probably bring some things up now and again (or every damn day). maybe. anyhow, today i read Tonglen: The Path of Tranformation by Pema Chodron. I wandered around the streets of downtown doing a new practice i just learned about, where for about two blocks you open yourself to every person you see on the sidewalk -- no not in a big display of idiotic stranger-scariness -- c'mon folks gimme more credit. You just think to yourself as you pass people on the sidewalk "may you be happy." it was a good exercise. i'll write about it more later.

peace lovies, m.