So I was hanging with The Chad tonight. Had to catch the premier of "Man with the Screaming Brain" which was pretty much what you'd expect--cheesy as all hell but with some nice Bruce moments. After that we ended up MST3K-ing some painful sci-fi DVD he had with Antonio Sabato in it. Twas fun.

Anyway, the highlight was on my way out we ended up going outside. He lives out by a lake more or less outside of regular civilization. The Northern Lights were dancing overhead in the darkness. They'd create nebulous phoenixes over us and then morph into a face. I saw the face of a woman that appeared sad. I felt like I should apologize, but I don't know why.

As I drove home the sky continued to glow with migrating patterns of alternating luminescence and black sky speckled with stars. Things seemed primeval and mysterious again. It's not often that an element of mystery is injected back into everyday life. With the frustrations of the daily grind it seems more important to really grasp those instances and at least believe that for a few moments at a time that maybe we don't have it all figured out and that that's just fine.

Or something like that.

-Joe