pasithea

After spending a chunk of early Saturday morning talking to a friend about how important my glasses were in terms of my identity and my childhood experience, in a fit of irony, my glasses got irreparably broken Sunday night.

So... Now my eyes are dilated and I'm working those retarded plastic sunglasses they give you after they put belladonna in your eyes. New glasses are on order and should arrive by Saturday so... In a couple days, I'll have a whole new outlook on life.

I went with frames that... aren't quite me. Deliberately pushing myself out of my comfort zone a little bit and towards who I want to be instead of who I am. Hopefully it will work out alright.

I am a bit anxious about it. Then again though, this entire year seems to be about taking my identity and running it through the salad shooter. Really hope it settles down soon.

So... Who do I want to be today? Well... Stacey described my choice as the self I am at Burning Man instead of the hippy artist self I am most of the time. I think that's an accurate description of it. The person I am at Burning Man is the hippy artist but also a bit more cheery and festive and more technology oriented. I like woodsy hippy me but... I also really like smart computer geek me and I haven't been seeing enough of her lately. So... Bringing her more to the front will probably be good.

In other news, while we were out, I spied some largish mushrooms and had Stacey stop on the way back and confirmed that they were in fact pluteus cervinus. (Deer mushrooms) They were growing in wood chips on buried wood rather than on obvious wood, making them a little more easy to confuse with some types of entoloma (poisonous) but the gills are totally free and they smell and taste very radishy. In other news... I don't like deer mushrooms very much and probably won't bother collecting them in the future.

Also, the annoying tree stump has been replaced with a mountain of mulch. It got shredded yesterday morning. My oyster mushrooms are going to be very happy. Oh yes...