Beer and Ecstasy

I’ll be posting some sort of treatise on the genius that is Twin Peaks in the coming week—I’m currently rekindling a passionate love affair with season 1 on DVD—but as I’ve fallen down the Wikipedia Wormhole in the past hour, I must share what I just found this very minute. It’s Sherilynn Fenn’s blog.

I mean:

I have been on a self imposed sabbatical…from technology, from life in some ways. I often times feel the need to do this. It is not calculated or planned at all. It just happens. I must also admit that drinking wine and smoking pot play a part. It is like the rhythms of life, like the in and out of ones breath. Or the beating of the heart. The coming and going of the waves on the beach. There is an expansion followed by a contraction. This is a common theme in my life.

I didn’t know it was possible to love Sherilynn Fenn any more.