I awoke this morning with that phrase on my lips. What does it mean? You might think just "random access memory," a simple phrase, bubbling up from my consciousness, signifying nothing, but if, like me, you live in a world of signs & wonders, you take those words as an insight, or maybe an encouragement, from the deep. Reminds me of that Grateful Dead song, "Fire on the Mountain," which always makes me think: get busy, time is burning.
So, yeah, yesterday, we stayed home. Never left the apartment, listened to music, I restrung my guitar, did a bit of computer troubleshooting, had a Mexican fiesta-style meal, & lots of good conversation & laughs with my partner in crime.
We watched the latest "Frankenstein," (2025). My partner liked it, I thought it was drowning in CGI, and that the lead actor Oscar Issac was laughably miscast. I was laughing quite in bit in parts that I don't think were meant to be funny. But still, it was quite entertaining. Then I finished my day wading deep into Patti Smith's new memoir, "Bread of Angels," (2025). Patti is the ultimate poet. It is quite good. Totally captivating. Reminds me that the best writing is about what you put in, and what you leave out, and the best is when an author conjures up a singular vision. Patti is not a historian, she is first and foremost an artist and poet. Very imagistic, super-inspiring read. Good food for the head.
So, yes, a day of renewal, recharging, refreshing. Feeding that fire inside, keeping the flame turned up high. Seeking the extraordinary, even in the ordinary.