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|Sunday, April 20, 2014, 8:34:47 PM- no appetite for chaos|
After doing volunteer chores at the street mission I
fed senile cat and walked over to the park to play drums
with all my crazy neighbours. Nice warm spring day with
the first signs of green showing.
I played together with about fifty other drummers with a
real steady solid groove, as though we were just picking
up where we had left off last October. Each time I looked
up to see the people dancing, and a rapidly growing crowd
I thought Wow! This is getting Huge!
Then with just a chilly breeze going through the crowd I saw
signs of friction and disharmony. Several sudden small
disputes and anxious glances rippled through the crowd.
I got up and carried myself out of the scene in a hurry.
As I walked out, I was able to estimate the crowd at about
8-10,000 people, with hundreds of people arriving, and many
were ignoring the crosswalk red lights, challenging traffic
and yelling at the motorists. Then, sure enough, many, many
police cars arriving, with lights flashing.
Since the days of the Red Square days when university students
rioted and disrupted public peace, there has been a general
deterioration of the public bond. There is much greater appetite
for chaos and disharmony.
It has happened before that agitators have showed up at the
percussion jam. I have left before, just hoping that cooler heads
will prevail. The percussion jam is a long time tradition in Montreal,
and it is very unique peaceful, inclusive multi-cultural, multi-racial
But I will definitely stay away if others try to subvert it for other
purposes. The troublemakers are not anarchists. The correct
term is nihilist, not anarchist. There is a big difference.
I have no appetite for chaos.
|Sunday, April 20, 2014, 1:24:59 AM- Tedious Little Man|
Psycho princess neighbour playing super loud bass concert for
us this evening. Not playing within his expensive recording
studio. He sounds hostile and deranged. Lonely little shit.
He obviously has no one to love him.
He said if you call police it will be war.
|Saturday, April 19, 2014, 8:22:37 PM- Beautiful Spring Day|
I had a wonderful 130 minute power walk on the mountain
of love today. Been back 45 minutes now. I walked up
Mt. Murray, one of the steepest slopes in the city. It's a real
grinder. The forest is beginning to hum. The forsythia almost
ready to burst into bloom. Green moss first sign of photo-
synthesis. Let's hear it for photosynthesis! Hurray!
Came back to the shack, stripped off my clothes to do naked
pushups: 170 done in three sets, in eleven minutes; 53-56-61.
Focus and desire, focus and desire. Get comfortable in an
uncomfortable place. Drill through the rock.
Then did 240 crunches, twists & reverse situps, naked as the day
I was born. And I wasn't born yesterday, lemmee tell ya.
Yesterday I went to visit our Inuit client friend. He has been transferred
to intensive care now. His sister came down from the north. The
mission made it a priority to pay for her flight. We might be able to
send him home if he improves enough. If anybody can convince him
to stop ripping out his IV and accept the healing process maybe she can.
We love him to pieces. When he walked into the mission and smiled
the whole room became illuminated. As long as he was sober, I should
So after seeing him at the hospital I went out for the first real run on
the mountain. Shock in the feet, ankles, knees, hip joints, pelvis,
spine. Rocky surface says hello to bones. It did feel good, but I
am very careful with the shock.
|Friday, April 18, 2014, 10:06:58 PM- Unhappy Little Monster|
Pathetic Little Shit
Idiot guitar god neighbour giving us a concert on his bass
right now. Stupid, fucked up princess. He is definitely not
playing in his expensive recording studio. What a sad,
lonely, useless little man.
|Tuesday, April 15, 2014, 1:47:05 AM- Jump To Bottom|
I usually go to the dental clinic just a few doors down from
my shack. But the denturist there is on maternity leave,
so they referred me to a place far to the east.
I took a metro (subway) ride out to the Jardin Botanique and
really enjoyed a walk through. The gardens are just waking
up. I spoke to some gardeners who were taking the winter
covers off rose bushes. I stopped along the way to say hello
to some favourite trees, including the Siberian Alder tree that
inspired the tattoo on my ass.
A long time ago I was a member of the Montreal Bonsai -
Penjing Society. Many good memories of the gardens all
At the denturist place a total sweetheart woman said,
oh, that's easy. She buzzed off the offending surface and
I was suddenly delighted with the fit. I had been worried for
Then I set out on a 6 km walk back to my shack. I kept a
good steady pace. Have not walked that part of the city
for a very long time.
So, including the walk to the Metro and the lovely walk
through the garden, it was a 7 km day. I stopped at the
street mission to put garbage bins out front.
I saw crocuses in bloom today!
|Sunday, April 13, 2014, 9:47:54 PM- More Rain To Come|
After finishing the regular Sunday clothes-sorting chores at
the street mission we had some lunch and then drove to
the big Gothic, mythic hospital on the Mountain of Love
to visit one of our longtime clients who is having major
He is an aboriginal man who served 17 years in prison
for murder. He shot his brother-in-law for the way that
he beat and abused his sister. If I had not lost my massage
career and fallen into poverty myself I would have never met
this unique human being.
Sure, he is a severe alchoholic and has had a history of street
fighting with other natives, etc. But he is not a thief, not a cheap
hustler. He does not lie or threaten people with blackmail like
some people I know.
Would I rather be doing massage therapy for wealthy glamour
people who don't give a rat's ass for anybody but themselves?
Not really. It would not bring me greater happiness.
This man in the hospital is now 50 yrs old. As he is gradually
coming out of valium daze and his DT shakes are diminishing,
it is becoming clear that if he drinks again he will die. He might
not make it out of the hospital alive. His warrior spirit is meeting
Its toughest test.
So I said I would come back to visit as soon as I can. I have
learned that anyone can become my spiritual teacher. This
simple man has been one of them, for sure.
I walked from the hospital all the way up to the main chemin
and then up and down the stairway to/from heaven, you
know, just for the hell of it.
|Saturday, April 12, 2014, 9:26:53 PM- Long Time Coming|
Beautiful day. 14 degrees on centipede scale as I speak.
Not much $$ for Chinese herbs. But I walked down to
Chinatown and back for a $3 box of liu wei ti huang wan.
That's about 3km walk.
Then came back to the shack. Naked on the floor I did
three sets of pushups in 12 minutes - 51 - 55 - 60. When
I get back into regular running schedule on the mountain
of love, I want to do three sets of 60 within a 60 - 90 minute
Then also did 230 crunches, twists & reverse sit-ups naked
as a blue jay.
Had a little bit to eat and settled down for a 40 minute nap
with aged cat.
|Saturday, April 12, 2014, 2:52:11 PM- Finding Peace|
This past week we have heard the terrible news of
huge cuts to the budget of CBC, the public broadcaster.
Over the past few years, management has been shrinking
the significance of public radio programming and giving
more to television. Also making radio pimp for television.
I am living proof that you can lose yer job, accept welfare,
find worthy volunteer work, and find peace without using
However, I must say that I would not have this peace and
fulfillment without the ling zhi mushroom. The ling zhi
mushroom is my best friend in the universe, since forever.
Unfortunately, Stephen Harper is getting his wish, to
completely crush CBC. We are in this predicament because
of the egotism and arrogance of Jack Layton and Michael
Ignatieff. Fuse or Lose!
|Thursday, April 10, 2014, 1:03:13 PM- On va voir|
Eating a big Ginsberg breakfast, drinking coffee, looking at
all the naked people. We might get up to 16 degrees on the
centipede scale today! Spring is here!
Soon go to post office to mail all pay stubs for my volunteer
chores at street mission. I get paid about $170/ month by
mission. I will get the forms mailed well within the deadline.
I completely agree that the gov't needs to test the system to
find cheaters, to weed out those who abuse welfare. However,
it is possible that this bureaucrat has the ability to turn me into
a homeless man for no reason at all. If you come to Montreal
and see me going through garbage bins looking for cans &
bottles, you can shout out ---- Hey! I know what you look like
So, we shall see what happens. Wish me luck.
|Thursday, April 10, 2014, 2:46:40 AM- Tedium ad infinitum|
The guitar god neighbour has gone back to one of his
previous tactics. When he is afraid of a complaint to
police because of his loud guitar and bass, but he still
wants us to know that he is there, he lays down on the
floor and stomps with his boots against the brick wall.
That is what the insecure little shit has been doing for
the past 20 minutes. He wants to impress us. This is
what we get for refusing to put up with his concertizing.
Wall-stomping certainly does bring out his creativity, I
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