Rained all day today, from late morning till late afternoon, the first real rain of the rainy season.
"November Rain" by Guns n Roses
My friend is "micro dosing" now. The other day he offered me a very small portion of his bi-weekly dosage of magic mushrooms, an eighth of a teaspoon. The dosage is measured to induce creativity. I had a very slight feeling of clarity after it took effect.

...the banal terror of a marriage in disconnect.
Cassavetes' thesis that you can love a person but not be able to live with them in Faces and Love Streams
I couldn't connect with the piñata, rather, I couldn't break it open, the dog in the dream not deterred or hurt by the blows I inflicted on it, like a piñata on its string swinging and spinning as each blow that does connect is still not the right way to burst it open.

...psychedelics is a foible.
Conclusion I reached after a discussion with my son about a friend who claimed I should take some because of the wisdom of age and the experience to draw upon because of the years of a middle-aged man like me. Why should that make any difference?
My friend wanted to get a few more spiritual experiences, I suppose. Why? I don't know. Masturbating too much, when he has a wife? Cleanse the doors of perception?

Had a dream last night or early this morning before awakening of a mangy dog, similar looking to the dog a man brought into Starbucks the other day and got angry at someone sitting there, "Who are you looking at?" A big chip on his shoulder. Apparently a homeless person. At first in the dream I took it for a coyote. It came right up to me and I kept hitting it with a stick, but it didn't retreat or try to avoid the blow. It just stared at me. The blows didn't seem to meet any flesh. A kind of furry piñata dog.

"November 10, 1914 [not sic because we are talking about the War of 1812 and the treaty of Ghent], the American envoys offered the status ante bellum as a solution of the boundary and Indian problems. The British agreed, and the following article was drawn: 'The United States of America engage to put an end, immediately after the ratification of the present treaty, to hostilities with all the tribes or nations of Indians with whom they may be at war at the time of such ratification, and forthwith to restore to such tribes or nations respectively all the possessions, rights and privileges they may have enjoyed or been entitled to in 1811'. Thus the United States claimed and accepted full sovereignty over the tribesmen within its borders. This being the crucial problem of the treaty, other matters were quickly adjusted, and the whole was signed December 24, which Commissioner [John Quincy] Adams declared was the happiest day of his life. Well he might so declare, for the American envoys had won a notable victory for their nation" (Kellogg, p. 327).

And well I might declare how Kellogg jumped to the conclusion that a restoration of "possessions, rights and privileges" meant a claim of U.S. sovereignty over sovereign Indian Nations.

I remember Chico
the Mohawk ironworker
I met at Andy's Pub
on High St. opposite O.S.U. campus
the edge of the universe
we smoked weed in the back
outside in the alley
then went back inside
and sat at the bar
and I moved inside his body
I was so high we inhabited
the same space in time
I was there in the now
we drank till after the bar closed
then went to his house
and on the way I noted
a cardinal and he said
it wasn't a priest but a red bird.