Gabriela y Rodrigo

Last night, I went to a concert at Wolf Trap with Sara and her husband and their friend. What a lovely way to spend an evening! We picnicked on the grass beforehand, eating cheese and bread and wine.

Then the concert itself was amazing. A fusion of flamenco and heavy metal by two Mexican artists, Gabriela and Rodrigo. Sara's friend had gotten us fantastic seats, and it was impressive to hear and see the skill and musicality. They used the guitar in interesting and different ways, Gabriela providing both harmony and percussion, using complicated strum patterns and the guitar itself as a striking instrument. Rodrigo played with his legs apart, hips thrust Elvis style as he played sexy melodies. 

The experience was quite invigorating. I'm starting to get my groove back on. I've been a bit lethargic lately. I suspect that it's been difficult to deal with the emotional attention required for P and his family, and then for my own family. I've had trouble doing work. But today, I was up early for some Crossfit. Then I took the train to Reston where I met with some software engineers who will be developing the prototype for my invention. Very cool. 

And I've been able to write a tremendous amount recently. Recording events and putting pieces together chronologically so I can tell the complete story. I feel that it's important to do this. I've always felt the need to look at it all: spread out behind in its complex pattern. With the benefit of hindsight, I can understand the whys and wherefores, but I didn't know the significant parts while I was in the middle of them. I have excellent notes, e-mails, and records so it becomes possible to create an accurate (is memory ever accurate?) narrative. In retrospect, I think that I would do one single thing differently - and it would have made all the difference: When Sjors and I were in his rooms on the base in 2010, and Mac came sniffing at the door, I was ready to open the door and to tell Mac to fuck off. Sjors begged me not to. He was fearful and I became contaminated by his fear. But I am not someone who hides in the shadows. If I had it to do over again, I would have confronted Mac before Sjors left the base on 11/26/2010. I would have forced the bastards to talk to me.