I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allen Poe

The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
- H. L. Mencken

Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
-Bertrand Russell

What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
-James Branch Cabell

October 10, 2012 - 5:56 p.m.

Captain's Log Supplemental

Captain's Log Supplemental. I'm an idiot. I forgot to write about the most important thing that happened last night. If you haven't read the entry Writing Again about On Your Radar do that first then come back here.

Let's now rewind the tape to when I'm leaving the performance space at the Living Room. I heard somebody call my name. It was Andrew Vladeck. He's a musician I love but haven't seen in ages. You can search Wise Madness and see what I had to say about him. You can figure out how long it's been since I've seen him. I think it's about three or four years. I was surprised he recognized me especially amidst all the people in the dimly lit Living Room bar. We had a nice talk. He has a new album coming out soon. I'm going to have to see him. He played last night but it was too late.

Then when I went outside and had just said goodbye to my musician friends I heard someone else call my name. It was someone I haven't seen in far longer, at least 40 years, David, my best friend from middle school. After ninth grade his family moved to Oceanside which seemed so far away that there was no way we could see each other. It's on Long Island and not even the same LIRR line so as we couldn't drive it really was that far away. I'm sure the only way he could recognize me was Facebook. We are friends there. We stood on the street and had a nice long talk. My great taste in friends apparently goes back to middle school. Sure we've both changed but whatever made us like each other then is still there. He is still a great person to talk to. Physically what shocked me was that he was about my height. Back then he was a head taller. It just hit me that he is a year older than me. That makes a difference when you are 11 and 12. That and the fact that I got sick and stopped growing for a year in eighth grade.

He was artistic then and now he's a film editor. I had found him on IMDB so I guessed that. He has an unusual name. Except I also guessed that he lived in Forest Hills but found out from him that was a Yiddish singer, or was that actor with the same rare name. I remember comparing with him that there was more than half a page in the phone book with people with my last name and there were only six entries with his. Funny the things you remember.

Seeing David and Andrew was part of what helped my mood. This fit right into my last entry. It's part of my sense of self. It's good to have friends.





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