2012

Discovery Channel, History Channel, 2012, Mayan Calendar. Nostradamus.
Dostoyevsky hated electric lights.
The Earth’s magnetic force, weak, and the solar wind stronger than ever.
The polarity about to flip.
Big rocks coming our way, in 2029.

And people learning to be decent to each other.
Learning the one reality.
Lance Armstrong, riding, not to win, but just to be part of the boys. Loves the sport. Makes it look good, honors it. The history. Rode the Giro this year. First time ever. Does that tell you something? He looks good. Strong.
Everything, just like, buying something not so much for itself, but to support someone else, anonymously, the whole economy, or someone in some factory somewhere. Just like the reason you play music, to be a patron of someone who sings a thoughtful song. You went and spent six hundred dollars at an outlet mall, yeah, to look good, but to do good too. You could wear Levis and a white tee shirt, but… The main thing anyway is being in shape, and clothes look better so.
And in this time, people came to know the essence of things. Like why you drink wine. Or why you serve it. That business of that sort really is just a matter of good hearted pouring, wanting to share, a taste before we all are whacked by 2012, or 2029, not that I really believe we will, because I have hope. And there are too many great musicians, who, even if not in style, play some great music, like Townes Van Zandt. The magic of a Pic St. Loup and a good stereo system, as restaurants might have.
I fear the Tigers of Detroit, Hemingway’s fisherman says to the little boy. That's how to remember the race, and remember what matters. The generosity of talk, the good heartedness as glue that held the whole thing together.