Dispatches from the Head

I am going to the desert.



I’m on a search, Folks -

If I make it back from the desert I will be in Denver at The Comedy Works, July 18th and 19th.

I’m heading out today for a sojourn into the desert. I am seeking tranquility and heat. I am going to Joshua Tree to await some kind of sign or find a talisman that will ground me and give me the power to keep my shit together in the face of mundane annoyances. Is there a Saint of Mundane Annoyances?

I am honestly going to the desert. I need some time to re-groove, pull out and get some balance. I don’t really know how to do that. When you are self-employed it’s hard to know when to take a break because it’s not always clear what is work and what isn’t. I do know that I work my ass off. I don’t know how to take a vacation, especially alone. I travel a lot to do shows but not to relax. What do you do? Just go some place and sit there? Well, I will go to the desert. Perhaps I will come upon the Trickster or a snake or some lizards or just some guy with some wisdom wandering around on meth. Who knows?

I want you to know that I will be taking some time off of the social media platforms. I need to get back to basics. I need to do some reading and some meditating and some thinking of my own thoughts that I will then write down. That’s right. I am going of the grid. I will probably be off for several hours if I can handle it. I will let you know how that goes.

I will make sure to keep all my chakras open and clean the ones that are dirty so they are all humming when I get back. I will keep a journal the hours I am away. So, get ready to hear some tall tales of a wandering mystic or maybe one aggravated story of an anxious Jew.

Gabriel Iglesias is on the show today. I had never really met him and it was a pleasure to talk to the guy. It used to be that everywhere I went he had just been there and sold out every show. On Thursday my old friend, comedian and writer, Brian Frazer talks about his days as a professional body builder and paralyzing anxiety. Good stuff.

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!


Love,
Maron


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  • 5 Comments


Andee July 11, 2014 at 10:06 pm


There’s a patron saint for almost anything: bruises, buttonmaking, dog bites, mail, Spanish poets, TV. They’re kind of like herbs. http://www.catholic.org/saints/

Andee July 11, 2014 at 10:14 pm


this one -> http://www.catholic.org/saints/patron.php?letter=A

Shannon July 14, 2014 at 11:09 am


“There’s a patron saint for almost anything. They’re kind of like herbs.”

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Dexter Rhiley July 15, 2014 at 11:59 pm


Going to the desert to find your groove is an excellent option. Looking forward to hearing about your experience.

Steve July 16, 2014 at 7:25 pm


I attended a Catholic school in the former fishing town of San Pedro. Every year on his day, they marched us into church to get our throats blessed by St. Blaise, the patron saint of protection from getting fish bones stuck in your throat or some such. I kid you not.

Lots of stuff from the nuns that I took for granted as a kid that are pretty strange in hindsight. LIke saving up our change to adopt “Pagan Babies” (again, I kid you not), who we subsequently got to name. I certainly hope that those names that we tried to out-silly each other with only made it on the certificate to hang on the classroom wall and weren’t actually given to some unfortunate kids in Botswana.