By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show
"Suppose you're thinkin' about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, "plate," or "shrimp," or "plate of shrimp" out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one either. It's all part of a cosmic unconsciousness." ~ Miller from Repo Man
Are you finding yourself losing your marbles everyday listening to NPR about this country's current political insanity? Perhaps you've had enough melt-downs in your romantic relationship this week to last the rest of this year? Are you bummed they charge for the petrified bread rolls at Tommy's Joynt now? Or maybe you are losing sleep pondering why isn't the Fouke Monster on the endangered species list already?
What you need, my friend, is to drive to San Jose, scarf down a koubby and a banana milkshake at Falafel Drive-In, hit a thrift store or two, and then venture to Rosicrucian Park to stroll their Egyptian museum, see the Alchemy exhibit, catch a nap in the planetarium show, and smile at the bumblebees in the Peace Garden.
What? You don't have a car and your friends that do have wheels think that mysticism is only for hairy hippies? Well, screw those mother falcons...