Objects in motion tend to stay in motion, and objects at rest tend to stay at rest unless an outside force acts upon them.
Last month marked the nine-year anniversary of my move to Maui. I
don't quite know how I feel about this. I would love to launch into
some trip down memory lane featuring the past nine years here and what
they've meant to me butů oh, I've kinda already done that, haven't I?
Well anyhow, what I'm thinking about most at the moment is what's going
on right now. Which is, curiously, not a whole lot.
I'm sitting on my couch in a sarong, with the fan blowing and the TV
blaring—set on David Letterman—but I'm neither watching nor listening.
I just reheated some fried rice from last night's dinner at L&L
Drive In, along with some farmer's market veggies I boiled into a mush
and drank with a glass of merlot. Yes, of course I mean two.
But mostly, I'm just sitting here thinking about all the shit I
really should be doing—the on-going work projects, the personal writing
projects, cleaning my house, etc.—and trying to find the patterns in
the odd events that have been occurring lately. It's all induced a kind
I've also been running into an inordinate amount of people who say
the most cryptic things, which only compels me to think there's some
hidden message the universe is throwing out that I should be catching,
absurd though that may sound.
Anyway, earlier this evening, I was stoked to have "finished" work
early, and I shunned plans to go out with some pals in lieu of enjoying
a night in relative peace. I then proceeded to hang at DC's house for
an hour while he slept and I watched Overhaulin', and then he jumped up
in a panic and scurried off to work and I was left alone with my
thoughts again and my horrible propensity for not being able to sort
through it all.
And it was, like, totally bumming me out.
Newton's Second Law
The rate of change of the momentum
of a body is directly proportional to the net force acting on it, and
the direction of the change in momentum takes place in the direction of
the net force.
Partially because of the fire but mostly because we could, DC and I
spent almost the entire afternoon hanging out at a bar in Ma`alaea. It
was such a gloriously leisurely and lazy thing to do—to spend so much
time in one place eating, drinking and chatting with the harbor locals.
There were still those "things" I really needed to do, but for the
first time in a long while, I didn't feel guilty about it.
Law of Reciprocal Actions
To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Next week I'm going to New York. And no, I've never been. I'm going
because my friends Amy and Randall are getting married there. But then
after the wedding, I'm going to run around wild in the city with
I'm gonna stay in a hotel next to the Museum of Sex, eat slices of
thin greasy pizza, go to a fabulous party launching my new favorite
magazine, check out the art in the East Village, go to new divey bars,
attempt to navigate the transit system and competitive taxi hailing,
scare myself with uncertainty and adventure and absolutely not ever
sleep. Not even for a second. And if you're good, I'll tell you all
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