some of you may have already heard that I got pretty sick on what I expected would be my last day on the road. what I first thought were flu symptoms turned out to be a combination of exhaustion, altitude, dehydration, and a fun but ill-advised evening out in oklahoma city, culminating in a stop in Phoenix to crash (HARD) at Elissa's parents' place. I wound up getting something like 10 or 11 hours of sleep and waking up feeling like a new person. did the last 7 hours to LA today, and now I'm watching my very first west coast oscars. (jack nicholson is BALD.)
and that's got me thinking about moving out here and how I don't think I've really assimilated that yet. it started to hit me today, once I was lucid, that my life is packed into my car. that's just a figure of speech, of course... some of my stuff is packed in boxes at home. and some of it is winging its way across the country, courtesy of our nation's delightful postal service. for some reason I started thinking about it at a rest stop in arizona. it was a sign that said "poisonous snakes and insects reside in the area." and I thought suddenly that I was at a rest stop in arizona. and then I was at a border checkpoint, crossing into california, and everything in between and everything after just seemed
... I'm not really sure how to describe it without sounding contrived.
it was very colorful. like the saturation had been turned up on a television. I dunno. the last time I was here, I was visiting, and it was a new place that I tried to tell myself I would soon be inhabiting, but the reality of it is so much more tangible now that the drive is over. I'm still thinking in terms of being 2 and a half thousand miles from "home." but I was speaking to desiree on the phone within the last 2 hours or so of the trip, and she mentioned how excited I probably was to just be home after such a long time cramped in the car. and I thought about how true that was, and about where I would be when it happened. and where that is is maybe a 15 to 20 minute drive from where the Academy Awards are being held RIGHT NOW.
anyway. it's very neat.
I love the Oscars on a good year.
and that's got me thinking about moving out here and how I don't think I've really assimilated that yet. it started to hit me today, once I was lucid, that my life is packed into my car. that's just a figure of speech, of course... some of my stuff is packed in boxes at home. and some of it is winging its way across the country, courtesy of our nation's delightful postal service. for some reason I started thinking about it at a rest stop in arizona. it was a sign that said "poisonous snakes and insects reside in the area." and I thought suddenly that I was at a rest stop in arizona. and then I was at a border checkpoint, crossing into california, and everything in between and everything after just seemed
... I'm not really sure how to describe it without sounding contrived.
it was very colorful. like the saturation had been turned up on a television. I dunno. the last time I was here, I was visiting, and it was a new place that I tried to tell myself I would soon be inhabiting, but the reality of it is so much more tangible now that the drive is over. I'm still thinking in terms of being 2 and a half thousand miles from "home." but I was speaking to desiree on the phone within the last 2 hours or so of the trip, and she mentioned how excited I probably was to just be home after such a long time cramped in the car. and I thought about how true that was, and about where I would be when it happened. and where that is is maybe a 15 to 20 minute drive from where the Academy Awards are being held RIGHT NOW.
anyway. it's very neat.
I love the Oscars on a good year.
packing one's life into one's car is a major theme of my fantasies. a boy named DrStinkypants did it for me this summer and I still can't believe it; everything he owned reduced to what he could fit into his Jetta, and a thousand miles north, for ME?
fucked up. I'm really not clear on your reasons and I don't know where you're going to or coming from and if it's for yourself or someone else, but, damn dude, you do it. and you make it sound exactly the way it should, not contrived at all. magnificent feats all around.