Being that I haven’t had a regular job for the last three years I’ve stopped relying on calendar days to dictate what I do in life. The terms “weekday” and “weekend” have little meaning to me. I have no Monday blues, no Wednesday hump, no TGIF Fridays. This probably sounds like heaven to most, but I find it quite disconcerting as I never know how to act on any particular day of the week.
So instead I rely on lunar phases to dictate my behavior. It’s a nice system, conveniently embedded into the subconscious of all living things. I never have to be anxious about how I’m supposed to feel or act — I just become one with nature and let the days take their course.
My favorite is the full moon phase. A typical full moon day begins with a brisk morning naked jog down Broadway to Ash, where I dip into the casino and bet all my earnings on 13 black. If I win, it’s off to the Vietnamese karaoke bar for breakfast and karaoke. If I lose it’s off to the Vietnamese karaoke bar for karaoke and asking for gratuities. Then I spend most of the afternoon trying to figure out how those grooves on a record make such pretty sounds (I think it’s in the squiggly parts), whilst working my way through a bottle of cheap Czech Absinthe. Actually, I do this every day with with the full moon not being an exception. I can never remember what happens after that, but occasionally someone has a digital camera to document it.
SteveZ. SRC. (p) Ard
Cam. Hennings. (p) Ard
Ard. Koerner Library. (p) SteveZ