brilliant inspiration and unbridled dancing

friends from cuba stopped in this morning...they had managed to make it here entirely by water-ways, and called me from mirror pond. i'd like to integrate them into the weekend's birthday bloodbath, but not sure how. if i can get their super-cool truck into silver moon, and then we can party in/on the truck, and party in a bilingual fashion, not only will my boots be very light, but the reservoir of inner joy will increase exponentially, giving birth to a whole new genre of music. i hope.

butt-loads, multiple butt-loads of snow here!!

luv and down comforters,

dFb

drama in the hood

tuesday...running out of food. boiling my leather loafers to extract something for soup stock. local trouble last week tried to tip over the van. i woke up to the whole thing rocking back and forth, crap flying off the shelves. they were frightened when i burst out the back door, naked and screaming in a yoko ono primal scream.

why not sell your laptop for rice and beans, you ask? because this blog is more important to me than nutrition, sanity, or my possible curling up like a battered spider in the corner of a metal box on wheels, where, eventually, someone might come knocking, and say--"david? can you come out and play?"

snow still falling.....what the?

snow day.....

7:30 a.m. here in still mysterious central oregon...around 4 inches of snow on the ground. the moon is going down, and i am, if it is possible, even more adoring the community of funksters in this mojo-laden epicenter called bend. the positives of being uprooted, of vagabonding within ones own community, reveal themselves at every turn. though i'm not living fully in Frida, i am still carving out appropriate use of space within her. i don't have as much crap as some people, but still, the dung-ball i push about is large, considering i am one of 6 billion + on the planet.

goals for 2008:

*find a garden spot, communally. i need, i need (not just want) to immerse my hands in soil, and nurture plants from seedling to fruit.

*live as frugally as this bend life allows.

* fully engage in what the angels of manifestation have brought into my realm. life, despite the unknowns of the no-fixed-address part, is sweet

peace to you all,

and safe travel, wherever you roam,

db

no fixed address

left: Galley, flip-down desk (west German army cast-offs).

Warming up some...been getting sweet emails from friends abroad, which adds to the warmth. Left to do in Frida are windows, engine conversion, and a better way to heat. Most of what I own that matters is here now, and still the space doesn't feel overly cramped. Or maybe I'm getting smaller...I feel I'm closer and closer to re-creating the tiny home my heritic mother raised me in.

Minimal life is quite good. Thank you to those that nurture me, and contribute to inner joy.

below: full view, from passenger seat.

Lots of Colony shows on the horizon:http://www.myspace.com/davidbowers

come out and play with us, soon.

peace,

db

Circumstance has Changed my Plans

Well...'tis now late into January. (Remembering summer on the playa, above) In December, I glued roll-up insulation to Frida's interior, and cut plywood for walls. Kept considering a woodstove, but got an electric heater that circulates oil through the radiator fins. Then, my relationship and housing situation changed, radically. Now...given that I have a dwelling in the form of a metal box on wheels, the housing part should not concern me greatly, except it is January. Temps this week veer between -5 and 27 degrees. Way to cold for the electric heater. Like a gypsy weenie, I am taking refuge in a friend's basement until it warms...then back into Frida until March, when I will find a new house. Got tickets to Burning Man 08. Some things are quite known....

construction of walls, amidst construction chaos.