Flying down Durant with Doug

The scene is this – It’s midnight, give or take, a Friday or Saturday, I don’t remember. We leave our room on the sixth floor of the Durant Hotel. Before dark there is an in-your-face, up-close perfect view of UC Berkeley’s campanile from our room’s window. But now it’s dark. We’ve been to a disability…

By BuddyCushman 09/14/2018 13

Donate please

A rare weekend post from me here at Couch Surfing at 70. Moving forward, Couch Surfing at 70 will exist, and improve, with the support of donations from its readers. Please consider a monthly donation of $5 to keep what has been free nearly six years going. Payments through your PayPal account can be made…

By BuddyCushman 07/13/2024 0

a bit of this, a bit of that

“Ain’t no thing like me, ‘cept me.” – Rocket, “Guardians of the Galaxy.” This is a neverending theme in my life these days. Quite a while now. It’s pretty amazing the number of invitations showing up in my life, asking, “Who are you, and what do you have to offer?” Ever reminding I am the…

By BuddyCushman 07/12/2024 0

of value

I’ve been wondering out loud here about what I have to offer of value – why invest precious time and energy and possibly money to read what’s posted here. Each of these weekday posts. And beyond this Blog, as I race toward a time of near-retirement and what feels like a vow of poverty: what…

By BuddyCushman 07/10/2024 0

harboring horseshoes

When I think of summer, I think of Little Harbor. I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts filled with beaches. Wareham. My favorite adolescent hijinks beach was Parkwood. Some of that too at Onset. Younger, it was riding our bikes to Pinehurst, sometimes Briarwood or Tempest Knob. Can’t forget arcade times at Swifts.…

By BuddyCushman 07/09/2024 0

in it for them

I was having this conversation with Gavin last night. I was saying that I write books and poems and I create paintings and from them greeting cards and note cards, even a long-ago zine. Then I offer those creations up for sale and, I said to my Oakland pal, for the most part any sales…

By BuddyCushman 07/08/2024 0

cool failing

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. ” — Samuel Beckett “You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.” — Ryan Marrinan A couple of quotes which strolled into reading time Wednesday. The idea of “failing better” is kind of…

By BuddyCushman 07/05/2024 0

serving somebody

I’m excited to tell you my book “It’s Like This” is about to be available as an ebook on Amazon. Like any moment now. If reading on one device or another is your thing, you’ll be able to bring along Hector the rat(s), Phil with all his books, the fun-loving-robbing trio in ‘Beats Me’, and…

By BuddyCushman 07/03/2024 0

mess of help

Yesterday afternoon I told Ann I had spent two, two-hour periods of time working to set this Blog up for its new persona the middle of this month, and had not made one inch of progress. She asked me if I’d learned anything, and I said no. Maybe half an hour later I said, yeah,…

By BuddyCushman 07/02/2024 0

this is not that day

My son Cameron ran and completed his first marathon yesterday. In Missoula, Montana. Cameron came upon, and passed, the sign pictured above at mile 19, and he told me later it was quite emotional, and powerfully encouraging. Affirming. This is you, you have suited up and shown up, and you are doing this. You will…

By BuddyCushman 07/01/2024 0

changes coming to couch surfing

I want to begin today by letting you know I’ve made a decision to begin charging for couchsurfingat70. The plan is to set a “membership” system in place, starting Monday, July 15. Beginning that day, posts here will be visible only to people who have signed on as ‘members’. It will cost you $5 a…

By BuddyCushman 06/28/2024 0

why do I Blog?

This question came to me while on this morning’s walk. I got to shake hands with a young guy wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt on the walk as well. I also had the joyful opportunity to have two non-human conversations with kitties in windows, one in a home, one an apartment. On my walk I…

By BuddyCushman 06/27/2024 0

night school

“Well, you’ve certainly got us into a pickle this time, Ollie.” Or something like that. You probably had to be there. (‘Laurel and Hardy’) There is much going on, with changes hovering all about. The great welcoming hello of possibility, and abundance. I have clear thoughts about creating a new Blog, one with a paid…

By BuddyCushman 06/26/2024 2

all together now

It was hot in San Diego yesterday. Fortunately Ann and I had agreed on a Sunday morning date a few days earlier. Farmer’s market, hike around Cabrillo Point, coffee, the Silver Strand, and the IB Pier. Most of which close by the Pacific, or air conditioned. The Silver Strand is a seven-mile isthmus between the…

By BuddyCushman 06/24/2024 0

love is ‘strange’

I received small boxes of new greeting and note cards yesterday. I’ll be publicly sharing and promoting and rejoicing in and with them through the weekend. As I was leaving work at the library yesterday, Eddie (one of the librarians) stopped me to talk about “Rat Boy”, one of the stories included in “It’s Like…

By BuddyCushman 06/21/2024 0

a million miles away

I played a song earlier which brought into the room with me my old friend Doug Martin, who passed away in 2003. That’s Dr. Doug Martin, him with a Ph.D. from UCLA in Urban Planning or some such thing. We met in 1977 when my other friend Bob Zimmerman – who passed away in 2010…

By BuddyCushman 06/20/2024 1

I was alright

Today is Juneteenth in California. I guess it’s a federal holiday now, I’m not sure if every state celebrates it. The libraries here in San Diego are closed today, in honor of the joy which is Juneteenth, and I have the day off. I’m not sure what to do with it. In a Zoom group…

By BuddyCushman 06/19/2024 0

hauled out from ‘about me’

(Verbatim transcription from 11/22/18 Morning Pages, unless in parentheses) I need an office. Maybe this is it, the old Cushman (kitchen) table and my stuffed up computer and papers all over the ping-pong table. It’s not romantic, but it probably has to do. Anyway, I need an office in which to keep and add research, and…

By BuddyCushman 06/18/2024 0

a nice story

Josh is the cashier on register one at the People’s Food Co-op in Ocean Beach where I support a younger woman named Jolene three hours or so every Tuesday morning. For Josh, the check-out life is a part-time gig. His primary work is taking in and caring for the pets of people going out of…

By BuddyCushman 06/17/2024 2

frappe is a New England word

My psyche has been pounded lately. There’s no better way to say it. Deep, emotional, bang-a-gong wacks up the side of the head pounded. All around the heart as well. I’m not a victim. I’m not complaining. This is reporting. Couch surfing – on Electric Avenue, in Electric Ladyland. You know what else? Nobody’s been…

By BuddyCushman 06/07/2024 1

morning

I really have nothing to say this Thursday morning. Beyond, “There’s a lot to it.” If the creek don’t rise, and there ain’t no meltdown, I’ll be back with a few more words tomorrow.

By BuddyCushman 06/06/2024 1

fifth-grade art

And then Wednesday came around and my mind was like a spider spinning her web and slowly scurrying around in a shaded corner of the big room. That’s ‘The Big Room.’ Reading and writing, and – honest to goodness – even some ‘rithmetic. What’s 12 times 15? What’s 180 into a thousand? Really, really grateful…

By BuddyCushman 06/05/2024 0

two and one equals three

There are three doors. Just three. Right now I can show you two. Door number One is I actually retire for good, quit working. That means moving out of San Diego. Not working equals moving from San Diego. The expense. Door number Two is not retiring, not doing what both my body and soul are…

By BuddyCushman 06/03/2024 0

if it feels nice, don’t think twice

Came across this (like a bridge) in the morning yesterday and it held hands, like lovers strolling around a pond, with the morning that had already happened. And with the last few months. From John Tarrant’s “bring me the rhinoceros”: “The point is that, in an impasse, life becomes more real and more interesting, so…

By BuddyCushman 05/31/2024 0

just fine

I don’t really have a single thing to talk about this morning, other than I was thinking about seagulls earlier. I appreciate seagulls. They have a Mad Hatter keep-on-keepin’-on quality – it’s a food thing – and I have always been delighted by the call of a seagull slipping over a beach, on the roof…

By BuddyCushman 05/30/2024 0

seeming for all the world

There is a rule. It is ‘Rule 62.’ It says, “Don’t take yourself too damn serious.” There is a particular verse in Dongshan’s “Five Ranks.” It says, “Conceal your practice, function in secret, seem for all the world like a fool or an idiot…” My first year at Salem State College, which got going as…

By BuddyCushman 05/28/2024 0

all tomorrow’s parties

“And what costume shall a poor boy wear, to all tomorrow’s parties?” – Velvet Underground (slightly amended) I listened to this song in the Camry Saturday morning on the way to drink a coffee by myself in the Mission Hills Starbucks. I listened to it a couple of times. There was something of a sub-sonic…

By BuddyCushman 05/27/2024 0

not so much

I woke up at 1am today, couldn’t fall back asleep. It’s been that way all week. They say, “No one ever died from a lack of sleep.” I haven’t heard it said, “Doesn’t mean you can’t pass for psychotic pretty darn easily, kid.” This morning I pulled myself out of bed at 1:45 and began…

By BuddyCushman 05/24/2024 0

I’ll be your mirror

I feel hesitant to write here in the Blog today because my mind is all filled up with interconnecting thoughts and ideas which only I can begin to make sense of – possibly – the hopping and skipping from one thing to something wildly other – just like that. The Velvet Underground tune from which…

By BuddyCushman 05/23/2024 0

gangster of love

Like, um, couch surfing at 75. That amazement, like standing on a corner in Mission Hills, San Diego, California at 4:30 on a Tuesday afternoon at age 75 in hopes of selling a guitar I ordered two years before from Germany to a guy I don’t know from Point Loma. Where I’m having coffee with…

By BuddyCushman 05/22/2024 0

“Rosalita jump a little higher”

You know, I’ve been trying to sell my Harley Benton electric guitar. The story of how I actually came into possession of that guitar is crazy, some of it involves an illegal cadre of electric criminals within the staffing of a massive UPS warehouse in Tennessee. I don’t remember exactly which city. The guitar traveling,…

By BuddyCushman 05/21/2024 0

my dad told stories

In the company of rattlesnakes and scorpions, roadrunners and morning doves, I fell out of last night’s dream and went chasing after my dad, so we could have one of the 10,000 talks we missed. “There’s something warm about the rain.” — The Jesus and Mary Chain, ‘About You.’

By BuddyCushman 05/17/2024 0

mama said there’d be

Back when my mother was living in a lovely little cottage, senior housing in the town of Harwichport, Massachusetts on Cape Cod, she told me once that there were months when she had to choose between heat and food. A life on Social Security. I should have slammed my whole being’s brakes on then and…

By BuddyCushman 05/16/2024 0

this begging bowl

It is said, upon waking for the day the Buddha would sit in his morning meditation practice. He would then take his bowl and walk into town and beg for food. Most often rice. So sustained, he would spend all the rest of the day teaching. I am most fond of that image. It resonates…

By BuddyCushman 05/15/2024 0

land of a 1000 dances

This morning I felt the feeling I was reading the specific, exact pages which have been waiting for me to read them this very day for 75 plus years. The feeling was clear. Here’s a quote from what I read, though this particular passage didn’t, of itself, bring me to that wonder of something like,…

By BuddyCushman 05/14/2024 0

captivated by piles of books

“Being dazzled signifies a state of wonder and admiration, where one is captivated by the brilliance or beauty of something remarkable, leading to a heightened sense of appreciation and awe.” I fell into this definition of the word “dazzled” sometime late Sunday morning, having experienced feelings and a psychic state earlier, in which the only…

By BuddyCushman 05/13/2024 0

earlier

Ann and I drove into Joshua Tree National Park at 4:30 in the morning last Monday. Our hope was to swoon under a symphony of milky way inspired stars, and sit quietly for what could be a moving and spectacular and colorfully gracious sunrise. Such a strange travel suggestion. As it happened, the earliest of…

By BuddyCushman 05/10/2024 0

foreigner and dorothy

Continuing the ongoing riff this week in the Blog about living “an entirely different life,” I read this in a book while drinking coffee this morning: “Trapped within currents of change, we are compelled to attempt more and more with ever lessening time.” – ‘Dongshan’s Five Ranks, Keys to Enlightenment.’ There’s some of that in…

By BuddyCushman 05/09/2024 0

empty blackboard

Yesterday in the Blog I wrote about spending time in Joshua Tree wondering about being and becoming entirely different. Esoteric? A specific is this: How to never prepare what I am going to say. Never, under any circumstance — What I’m going to say at a meeting Saturday; what I’m going to say at the…

By BuddyCushman 05/08/2024 0

vive la

I spent nearly four days in Joshua Tree, CA, with Ann and the kids, and ventured (was transported by others) four times into its National Park. They got a lot of cool rocks there. There is something ‘other’ about the milieu of that space – in and out of the park. I spent a fair…

By BuddyCushman 05/07/2024 0

guests

“Oh do you have time to linger for just a little while out of your busy and very important day for the goldfinches that have gathered in a field of thistles…” — Mary Oliver ” I hear faintly the cawing of a crow far, far away, echoing from some unseen woodside….What a delicious sound! It…

By BuddyCushman 05/02/2024 0

a long time

It wouldn’t be accurate to say I’ve begun my next book. Like “It’s Like This”, the next one – either a single story or two, both mysteries – has been hanging out in the corners of my mind a long time. I’ve come home to visit these past few days. Backpacking the stretched-out wonder and…

By BuddyCushman 04/30/2024 0

only the beginning

I remember a summer day, it was either late in the afternoon or early in the evening, and it would have surely been 1968. I walked the very short walk up to Butchie Davidson’s house. He took me into his bedroom, and on whatever turntable thing he had set up, placed an album over the…

By BuddyCushman 04/29/2024 0

going how it goes

I did not go to work at the library yesterday, Briana called out sick. I lost that money. I did have a book sale on Amazon, for which I will receive $4.45 sometime a month or so from now. I went out to coffee with Ann, and we had a nice walk from the coffee…

By BuddyCushman 04/26/2024 0

soul searchin’

The Beach Boys have a wonderful song by that name, and it’s filled with a soul the Beach Boys probably never get credited with. It’s also how I’ve been, reflecting deep within, since 25 copies of “It’s Like This” showed up in a box outside the apartment door just over a week ago. If you…

By BuddyCushman 04/25/2024 0