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

July 10, 2014 - 11:07 a.m.

Twice Half Bright

Diaryland is down. I am going to write this and post it whenever it goes back online. If it never goes back? Wordpress here I come. Maybe Blogger. I have accounts on both just in case.

Last night I went to Mad. Sq. Music to see John Fullbright. John is a rising superstar of the Folk Greater Metropolitan Area and so it became a gathering of the tribe. I planned on meeting Kathryn and Fred but we also mett the groggy but still glamorous Gail, Susan, Glenn, Peter, Paula, Paul, and Richard, Eliot. Am I forgetting anyone? Pretty sure I am. And of course John Platt was the emcee and Maggi runs the show and I even remember Maggi's assistant's name, Ashley! I have met Ashley 25 times and have to ask each and every time. I asked last night. I think it finally sunk in.

So why were we all there? Why did someone come down from Woodstock to see the show? Because John is a special talent. He comes out with his guitar and sings and plays incredible harmonica and you go, "this is songwriting, this is music." Then he moves to the piano and you realize that what came before is but the shadow on the cave wall. He plays the guitar, he's expresses himself on the piano. It's not just accompanying his voice. It is an essential part of the song And he can write songs. They are brilliant. Oh and he's 25-years-old.

I took some pictures. Let's take a look.

John doing the introduction

I actually remembered to take pics of my friends

Selfie with Paul and Kathryn

Candid of John, Gail, and Susan

Fred, Paul, and Kathryn

Richard, Peter, Paula, and Paul

After the show I talked to Eliot in the oval. We talked so long we didn't noticed that the locked the gates. We had to leave via backstage. We could have always jumped the low fence but I feel uncomfortable about that. It's sort of an odd phobia for me.

I had no bacon in the house. I know inconceivable! So I went to Fairway to get some and some great peanut butter and cashew butter.. Then for the first time since I ate the corn on Saturday I ate a full dinner; chicken fried steak and curly fries at Hog Pit NYC. That was good.

Oh I need to get some commuting in there. I didn't leave from home and was waiting for the train at the Marcy Street Station. That's elevated. I could take any of three trains. I could see the train a short distance away. And then waited 20 minutes for it to arrive. Finally they made an announcement, there was a signal problem. It was right there, I could see the red signal. I often hear about signal problems but I have never been at the problem site before and actually seen my train waiting to move in. Good thing I had the show time wrong and left an hour early.

Maura gave me a great compliment the other day. In a comment on my My entry about the New Bedford Folk Festival she said, "you really know how to capture the perfect moments!" What I loved is that it's exactly what I try to do when I write and it's exactly how I try to view my life. My life isn't the best and there are stretches when I get despondent. When that happens I never feel like myself. The real me moves from perfect moment to perfect moment and the rest is there for contrast. You can't see light without the dark. In her Facebook ProfileMya lists her religion as:

The One Commandment: Give people chocolate, especially Gordon and his friends.
If I had a religion that would be the only commandment but there'd be suggestions too. And first and foremost is to catch the perfect moments they can be fleeting, and to appreciate them. They're there. As for morality and ethics. It's all about symmetry. The Golden Rule got it right, "Do unto others as you would want others to do unto you." The rest is commentary. Morality has nothing whatsoever to do with what most people talking about morals mean. It isn't about sex. It's about giving respect and being kind. Or as Jefferson said, "be just and be good." And of course give me and my friends chocolate.

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