City of Legends

I hate conundrums, those lousy vinegar in the mouth moments that make you crazy because you don’t have enough information to figure out the right path. I’ve never found it easy to just shoot from the hip, because I’ve seen too many wounded people in this life.

I have a CD to deliver today, Evangelist. I’m sitting here, listening to the tracks, and I can’t deliver it. Conundrum. Oh, I could finish the packaging, upload the downloads over on peacat.com and let er rip. But the truth is,, even though my name is on the title to it, peacat is a site for a partnership. And, although I know she has seen the cover on this site, and I know she is aware of the project and my plans, I can’t be the kind of person who presumes that just because she didn’t say "no", a woman meant "yes". To assume the intentions of someone who may be unable to make their wishes known or unable to render a binding decision, that is rape, on whatever level you deliver it.

So, the CD stays with me. The cover stays with me. And the tracks, as they are, may find their way into a podcast or as separate offerings here, but I am not going to play by the rules of the rude. I’m better than that. When Candy is able to express her position and opinion, I will honor it, as more than a passing acquaintance and a business person who respects the wishes of others. I considered making the CD an upload from elsewhere, or even just putting it straight to market, with an all-black cover, but decided that would be a cop-out.

Kairos over kronos is a big thing with me. The right time over mere clock time (Candy calls it African time, and it drives me nuts because it stretches hours into days and weeks, and I like getting things done). I walked into, by invitation, a complicated universe, and despite my doubts and misgivings, I will not allow it to make me into less than what I am, for pure expediencies’ sake.

So I am hitting this shuttlecock over the net. If it gets hit back, great. If not, ah well, she inherits everything I have written or recorded in the last few months anyway, one day, if she is smart, so it is still just a timing issue.

Happy Mothers’ Day, everyone. Did I ever mention that I have been to the church in Grafton, West Virginia, where Mothers’ Day was started?

Yep.