So I think the main inspiration for this blog is the fact that we live in the mecca - the epicenter - the all encompassing nature of hippiebouge...Berkeley, California.
People here are so funny. Last night (granted I was in Oakland), I went to the extremely popular first friday Art Murmur walk with some friends. People drink their tall boy PBR's disguised poorly in a paper bag while walking around in their Toms (you buy someone without shoes, shoes! HB), chrome bags (fucking expensive, but a bicyclist's best friend, HB), and talking about shit like crystals and meditation.
Okay, I love all that stuff too, don't get me wrong. Even with a part of me giggling, I loved it. Saging a crystal. Emily and I love to sage our "new surroundings"- our new apt, a big redwood tree we found in a park with strangers (we definitely had a ceremony). It smells nice. It's ceremonial. It has different purposes in different cultures...
People use crystals for many things - they have healing powers, protective powers, line your chakras - whatever it is. But the fact that this woman was saying that - damnit! I forgot to sage my crystal.
It almost made me fall over in hippiebouge delight!
