The biped and I are leaving today. We're packing up the car and heading west (like hillbillies) on a journey to my homeland. For me, this trip has something of the quality of a visionquest. My spiritual journey began tonight--or rather, this morning at about 5am. I wrestled many demons in the living room. One of them inhabited the body of good old Mr. Platypus.
The biped didn't understand, of course (as bipeds so often do not understand). He cranked and rattled from the bedroom, telling me to keep it down. Um, when you are in a life or death struggle with the dark forces of the universe, the last thing you think about is if you're disturbing the neighbors. The biped asked me who the hell I thought I was. I said, "500 years ago, my ancestors were running around the royal palaces and temples of Tenochtitlan. Where were your ancestors? Eating mud out of a ditch in Eastern Europe?" He didn't think that was very amusing.
Here are some pics I've come by of the biped's night out in Boston last weekend. He and the other bipeds performed a ritual that the Japanese refer to as kara-okay.
Here's my favorite sign from that trip.
This is what the biped and I will become over the next few weeks.
And here I am enjoying Herring Cove beach the day before we leave...
Our first stop is the Federal Capital. I will be blogging along as we go, given access to the internet, of course. Mahalo, friends.
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