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10/20/2005: "land of new zeal"

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- Song:
Suckin melatonin
Work’s not gonna happen
I’m just gonna phone in
swallow stops the moanin

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sleep came easily

stretched out the entire row.
First good sleep on a plane in years, or ever.

Now it almost 5 am here
We are landing
Az time is almost 10 am…yesterday
Speaker might have just said it is 18 degrees celcius outside
Will have to ignore that
It is now a day ahead into the future:
SEPTEMBER 21 2005

AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND

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getting through immigration was breezy enough,
but was warned to finish my open bag of chips on the way out the plane to avoid a 200 dollar fine.

my man was there a waitin on me
his name is lee
we had coffee there and then
yanked out my coat and we were off into the sunrise,
which was a good omen of bursting rays of light flowering from behind a monstrous cumulative billow

traffic: lite

tall girl with no face crossing the road in the fresh ocean rain like it was just an accessory. She gave the rain good form. The rain gave us all good luck.

we pulled into the hotel which is an apartment style board

Unbundled my porto-clutter and then back out the door

slight political conversation over breakfast. Usual thing. State of the world and each other’s country’s place in it.

then off down into the harbor

a fine walk

rumors of a hold em game under their space needle here

then we opt for a quick ferry ride, which there are several to choose from every few minutes. They leave the easy docks like taxis. Man, the city looks stunning from the sea. The water a thick green and the sky an ultra blue billowed by spartus nimbus.

The water is very friendly

Devonport is the next stop. I buy the pair of sunglasses from italy that I had lost by leaving on my amp in Tucson during the rainer tribute set last weekend.
Some strolling, then back down to the ferry and a quick 10 dollar haircut offered there.

Back across the harbor to Auckland proper.

Now the lag is finally kicking in. its 1:pm here

I better sleep some

Something about what lee mentioned to me over breakfast, about having to mortgage his home to afford me to be here….as churning sleep removes such responsibilities and concerns.

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I pop awake at 5pm here

Meanderthal that I am…I meander for a couple hours within the room. Push-ups, shower, write a song and play some cd mixes from the next record after the next record

Mosey down to the lobby and me and lee end up just eating at the hotel café. 23 dollar fish and chips.

Then out and about in the shallow winter, which it still is here somewhat. We end up at then base of the space needle cuz there is where the casino is. but no poker tables yet. They’re coming in a month. [Just like the internet at the hotel] so I opt to leave but instead sit down at a carribbean poker table. Cause a slight ripple from not exactly knowing the rules here …and they have to dig up my winning hand from the mucked deck pile. No prob. So, I linger some and walk away doubling my money. Besides, its now 3 in the morning my time, 10 in the evening here. I am almost 50, best to learn to like to stay on top of things, and tuck away the day in good form. Radio interview looms tomorrow at 8:a.m. so sleep will be a good idea…after I stop typing this muck-a-luck.

If I were to sum up today then: nothing much happened, fortunately and am well tickled with this new land of zeal.

The end.

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