I dash back across Objective without even checking the status of traffic and reach the sidewalk safely in time to be blown nearly over by the wind displacement of an angrily honking semi-trailer truck. Right on the edge, that\u2019s where the real living is!<\/p>\n
Relieved of my burden, my stride is light as I first hum, then sing, the Grateful Dead<\/em> at full volume, heedless of stranger\u2019s stares over their double moccachinos, submarine sandwiches and banana splits shared with toddlers. Fuck \u2018em if they can\u2019t handle a time-warped hippie belting out Sugar Magnolias<\/em> and acting like something out of a Woodstock documentary. I\u2019m finally myself again.Free to be me. Just being alive feels like a half drop of acid right now.<\/p>\n The exhaust from bottlenecked traffic casts a grim haze over the sky, and I curse as I cough in recognition of the poor air quality. Didn\u2019t I read somewhere they\u2019d invented a flying car that works on antigravity? Can\u2019t be too soon. We\u2019re eating the earth with these damn internal-combustion engines and the dead rock we lay down to provide them with access.<\/p>\n I promise to never drive a car again. I\u2019ll get a bicycle, an old- fashioned Schwinn Cruiser, vintage, restored, with the big wide seat and coaster brakes. I\u2019ll walk everywhere I can and die with a trim, svelte figure.<\/p>\n Die! Not that I\u2019m afraid, but must it be so soon? I\u2019ve already got a few ideas for the follow-up to Transmigration Blues<\/em>. A novel from the point of view of a quartz crystal, or a star. A non-fiction collection of satiric essays and sardonic short slices of life. Drama. I\u2019ve always wanted to write a one- man show for stage. Or one woman. A manifesto for Crazy Bear\u2019s new political party, Socialist Libertarian. A deconstructive analysis of the Bible from a psychedelic perspective.<\/p>\n Found a religion! Inspire a revolution! Transform eschatologies!<\/p>\n Huddled over my keyboard I harbor the godlike power to influence the minds of literate people for generations. Goddess is, after all, a novelist, the primal Author who created with a Word. She gives a lot of latitude to us worker bees pecking away relentlessly at stuff for Her to read, because like all writers she is an insatiable bookworm, but in the end we get retired and recycled like everything else.<\/p>\n Commissioned or not, this novel is up against an inflexible deadline. Non-negotiable. Not to sound ungrateful, Goddess, but it is<\/em> a bit unfair. I\u2019m still a promising up-and-comer.<\/p>\n So work harder.<\/em><\/p>\n Easy for You to say, I sneer resignedly. Sometimes She sounds like a Jewish mother, which according to my mom is exactly what She is. But it\u2019s good to be on speaking terms again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I dash back across Objective without even checking the status of traffic and reach the sidewalk safely in time to be blown nearly over by the wind displacement of an angrily honking semi-trailer truck. Right on the edge, that\u2019s where the real living is! Relieved of my burden, my stride is light as I first […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-transmigrant-blues","category-transmigrant-blues-round-5"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":133,"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7\/revisions\/133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.amanamission.com\/transblues\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}