Been hanging with comics, and as weird as they collectively are, I’m happy with my tribe, so to speak. As individuals, there are some pretty outstanding folks. Almost makes me forget all the other shit going on…

I should write about yesterday’s first — clothing optional swimming and sunbathing. The summary: naked is weird. On the other hand, there is something childish and fun about heat and water and sun in the all together. Scrabble naked is just odd.

I fixed the style sheet here, so the default is my own essentially. I’m trying to leave the previous “blues” what with the sentiment and all they represent metaphorically. So I’m living robust and in the pink. Jesus God, I am a tawdry and banal little wordsmithy. It’s no wonder I am occasionally awash in lapping waves of self-loathing.

About the rainbow pic in the upper right corner — On the drive home from the naked hippie lake in southern Vermont, clouds were skidding across the sky and then mounting into grayness. Ultimately, scattered and pouring thunderstorms alternated with pure blue sky calm. I remarked that I couldn’t remember if I had ever seen an actual rainbow out in the wild-like. I’d made them with hoses, but I don’t know if I seen one stretching the sky. A few minutes later, driver and head nudist Andy, points out the rainbow over the mountains, and I grabbed my camera as he kept driving.

(Andy and Randy in the car, I think, believed my taking the pictures of the rainbow little-girl queer beyond belief. Next they will be expecting me to show them the friendship bracelets I made over at my playmate’s house after we finished drawing magical unicorns and talking and squealing about boys.)

Still and all, these days a little bit of color breaking through dark clouds was something I could use.