Brewed Beverage of Choice: A Pint of Winterfish Ale from Fish Tale Brewing
Soundtrack of the Day: The Fawn - The Sea and Cake
I had a lot of different things running through my head that I really would have liked to yammer on about: my dinner conversation last night, the origins of the slang phrase rhubarb (as in I got in a rhubarb with someone,) etc., etc. But instead something happened tonight that just grabbed my attention.
On the walk with the White Wonder, I happened into Stumptown Coffeehouse for a small cup of joe. It is a common thing for me considering I need something to occupy my time whilst on the walk. Anyway I have a friend who works there that is originally from Milwaukee. Well actually she is from Wauwautosa. And, lo and behold, what was on the turntable? The Sea and Cake’s The Fawn: the exact same album I was listening to moments before, as I got ready to head out on the walk.
Normally this would not be so shocking, but she and I have had these moments a lot. When I first met her we were talking about our fair Cream City, the talk turned to the neighbourhoods we used to live in when we lived in Milwaukee. It became apparent that we lived within blocks of each other and did not run into each other til we both moved here. And since then we have had similar thoughts within minutes of seeing each other. I would walk into Stumptown and one of us would say something, and the other would say they were thinking the same thing. The last straw is that her daughter’s name is top on my list for daughter’s names, if I would ever have children.
I know what some of you are saying, ‘Big deal, Brewer. There is nothing unusual about that.’ I may agree, but I have had these same kinds of connection with others as well. My best friend and I have some sort of weird connection similar to this. We would literally say what the other was thinking. And my oldest and dearest friend (I miss you) felt as though we had known each other much longer than our ages.
Superstitious? Perhaps. Hopeless Romantic? Could be. But there are so many things that pop up in our daily lives that most of us just pass off as science fiction. Those little eerie things that make no sense, to me, these are the most intriguing and simply astounding things about life. Could she and I simply be milling around in the same mental plane? Could my sweet Charity and I have known each other in a past life? To me what happened tonight just shows me there is something unknown out there, even if it may be an electral plane of consciousness. I know this is deep, but I was excited. Don’t think my life is just monastic living and beer.
Cheers, from another plane of existence
the confucian brewer