ADVENTURES IN LIVINGNESS -THE BU


In a current of unexpected waves I floated towards the Pacific Ocean, and landed along the anfractuous Santa Monica Mountains. Malibu where exotic fish are silhouettes behind glass aquariums perched on  sand dunes or in swank foreign carriers has bitten my interest to understand how an exotic lives.  The salty seaweed smell of the ocean […]

MALIBU- CANDLES OF THE MOUNTAIN


  Interaction with strangers in the same house lit my anxiety alarm. The last time roommates occupied the same house was in 1972. I lived in a three-story twelve bedroom mansion in San Rafael, California. There were thirteen of us. Disbro lived in the attic and inhaled laughing gas all day. I was twenty-years old. […]

CANDLES OF THE MOUNTAIN


  ADVENTURES IN MALIBU DINING. The fog today has brushed the mountains with a thick white mist almost like a snow mass; yet the temperature is warm. What I found most entertaining in a writers way, was the night Chantel and I visited NOBU; “No One Beats Us.” ON THE OTHER SIDE OF UNTAMED, UNDRESSED […]

CANDLES OF THE MOUNTAIN-MALIBU


                                                                   CANDLES OF THE MOUNTAIN PART 3 “Ahh Nico!  Come meet LouLou.”  A young man with cha-cha rhythm danced in and kissed me on both cheeks. He and Chantal are speaking at a galloping speed in French, embossed with the wildest sort of laughter, and then another man, Speedy, a leading Parisian graffiti artist walks […]

PART TWO CANDLES OF THE MOUNTAIN


ADVENTURES IN LIVINGESS-MALIBU The next morning Chantal was not in her transparently privatized bedroom with a gauzy drape.  From the kitchen I’d poured a cup of black as beans espresso from Chantal’s Turkish coffee maker and dozily slumped into a swinging love seat on the lanai. Still in my pajamas,  listless as a floating cotton […]

CANDLES OF THE MOUTAIN PART TWO


ADVENTURES IN LIVINGNENESS “There is more enterprise in walking naked (in the Yeatsian sense) and being tough enough to survive such intensity of caring and such openness, between a driving need to share experience and the need for time to experience and that means solitude, a balance between the need to become oneself and to […]

SMILEYS DICE ON THROWING ALL THE DICE


  Adventures in Livingness MALIBU- ISLAND I was flipping channels one night in Santa Fe, New Mexico where I live. I stopped when the opening scene of Don’t Make Waves with Tony Curtis and Sharon Tate. Her name in the credits;  Introducing Sharon Tate. So I lay back against the warm sweat soaked pillows, turned […]