I was listening to Bruce Springsteen’s first album, “Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ” last night, and I thought: this must have been remastered. It doesn’t sound right. Then I realized I was just REALLY listening, and what I noticed was how young he sounds on that album. He was just a kid.
There is an art to finding the new in the old. The biggest part is, as countless gurus have put it, beginner’s mind. It begins with curiosity.
As to my weight, I was studying sea turtles in the Galapagos for a couple days, but it was 288 this morning. I was out of town for the cup, and I drank 3-4 beers, and half a bottle of vodka last night. I woke up in a fantastic mood. Seriously. I feel good, and that good things are going to start happening for me. The need for this drinking is going to fade away and soon.