I made several changes to the content and design of the blog.
First, I've decided to combine another blog i was trying to keep up, called Not Otherwise Specified about my struggles and recovery with an eating disorder, with this one. I felt i was hiding a large part of myself on another page. In another area. Well, I'm all here now and some posts will be more personal than the other rubbish I pass as significant. Enjoy.
Note all NOS posts were imported chronologically, meaning if you'd like to read them search key words.
Second, the look is obviously different and hopefully I'll get to changing the wallpaper when seasonally or mood appropriate.
much love.
adam.
Monday, October 3, 2011
$700 Week
so i gave these hikers a ride around town today. i like to be a good Samaritan, i do, but is it still good if you give them a lift to the liquor store? why not! right?
though it was funny when one came out, rushed to the car and said, "Go, go. I think they're coming after!" "Holy shit," i thought. He said no just kidding i bought these.
fair enough, he got me. went back to their camp chilled for a bit until they decided to go "burn spoons."
most had been on the road for years. one for only months. i've always been interested in the culture - the tricks and survival and people. a different population. nomads. getting by by whatever means possible. as we talked they told stories of faking seizures and heart attacks while others grabbed food and made off.
the moral relativism that comes with survival would be difficult for me so stomach. consider an empty stomach and some will do much more than common law permits.
the idealistic part of traveling is not having to answer to a job or college or collectors or the general population. it's simplistic. "a rush," as he put it, to stand out with a sign uncertain of what avail. scares me enough not to think about it too much.
but what if...
and that's as far as it goes for me.
meanwhile i can dabble and dip my toe and think i've really done something when all i've done is drive a bit buy a meal and go home watch TV text friends eat fresh and blog.
seems pious.
maybe so.
but my heart is halfway there.
though it was funny when one came out, rushed to the car and said, "Go, go. I think they're coming after!" "Holy shit," i thought. He said no just kidding i bought these.
fair enough, he got me. went back to their camp chilled for a bit until they decided to go "burn spoons."
most had been on the road for years. one for only months. i've always been interested in the culture - the tricks and survival and people. a different population. nomads. getting by by whatever means possible. as we talked they told stories of faking seizures and heart attacks while others grabbed food and made off.
the moral relativism that comes with survival would be difficult for me so stomach. consider an empty stomach and some will do much more than common law permits.
the idealistic part of traveling is not having to answer to a job or college or collectors or the general population. it's simplistic. "a rush," as he put it, to stand out with a sign uncertain of what avail. scares me enough not to think about it too much.
but what if...
and that's as far as it goes for me.
meanwhile i can dabble and dip my toe and think i've really done something when all i've done is drive a bit buy a meal and go home watch TV text friends eat fresh and blog.
seems pious.
maybe so.
but my heart is halfway there.
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