Before we get started with this week’s internet harvest of the absurd and wonderful in art, science, sound, and psychedelics – I’m thrilled to announce I’ll be doing my first online sound ceremony live from Oaxaca this Sunday at 4 pm CST. I don’t call it sound healing because that conjures images of crystal bowls and gongs, and I have no such appendages. I do, however, have a badass Boss looper and some bass.
More description and free registration at the new Templo del Sonido homepage.
◬ Keep an eye out for some Enneagram typing sessions. I’m going to open up for booking in Monday’s newsletter. Yay!
TGIF
“I believe that there is luminosity hiding in the shadow of the mundane and things that hover at the periphery of our vision. If that’s magic, then I believe in it.”
― Natasha Mostert
[fungi fun guys] Mushrooms plus synths… I mean, how can you go wrong overhearing the conversation of the forest? Did you know the mycelium networks pass messages to trees up to one mile away from a river about how much water is available so that they know how much to grow each summer? More about this by Dr. Suzanne Simard.
[music] True story, I pitched to my Burning Man camp, Liminal Labs, that we should build this. No one person even replied to my message, lol. It’s still a good idea though, and officially up for grabs for your camp or backyard. Your shirt is not technically required to match the barcodes, but I do recommend it.
[music] There’s probably something seriously odd with me that I find the Sardaukar chant sexy. I can’t be attracted to someone if I don’t find their voice sexy. Am I wrong?
[what?] Polar bears play house at an abandoned meteorological station on an island between Russia and Alaska. I would not try to take their bowl of popcorn away from them even if somehow they managed to also have Netflix up there.
[art] Did you think there would not be more Dune? I would never do that to you. Here’s a photo book of movie storyboards, costume designs, and miscellanea from Jodorosky’s never-produced epic. I especially like the costume for the Emperor of the Known Universe who was slated to be portrayed by none other than Salvador Dali.
Ok friends, hope to see you Sunday!
Cris and Team Dragon
P.S. Now for a particularly weird P.S. When I say something is weird I really do mean it.
Wow, I had one of the most vivid dreams in a long time. I made a wrong turn in my rental car in a vibrantly colored landscape of a village on Lake Garda, Italy. (Note: I've never been there or even had any conscious awareness of such a place existing, but I looked it up, and it's real.)
I sped up a hill until I got to a cul-de-sac. I parked and met the couple who owned a house right on the cliff. There were almost tsunami-sized, beautiful aqua waves breaking over the wall and spraying our whole bodies with mist. They were so huge and terrifying I could only look at them for a few seconds at a time before being overcome with fear.
There was a sense of this situation being an absolutely abnormal thing, and yet it had been going on for so long that the couple was almost calm about it.
We went down the hill to a castle fortress structure with a wall around it. A shield somewhat like the one in Dune raised, but instead of the mirror reflection, it was an enormous LCD screen. It was showing orchid-like plants blooming in time-lapse. Again there was the same sense of ominous calm where it felt like something dangerous was imminently about to happen.
I dunno, y'all. I really don't even have much of a story to make sense of this one other than it being a canvas for me to process being in presence with the "beautiful ominent," the combination of ominous and imminent with some badass aesthetics.
I subsequently learned that my friend who was staying in my guest room that night I dreat all this not only is Italian... which I knew, but also she grew up at next door to Lake Garda, which I definitely didn’t know. Ok then, who’s ready for a wild-goose chase/class-field-trip/pilgrimage?