September 25th 2008
It is a widely known fact that without this very important condiment in your fridge at all times, all hell will break loose and that one time that you make tots will certainly be--all for not.
Also, it is a pastime where a person, much like myself, recalls the things they did, say for the last few months (ready for a rousing game of ketchup?):
I went to burning man. I spent 23 days on the playa.
I helped build the Basura Sagrada temple with so many beautifully talented folks that...
I wish there were words.
Well, I guess there are words, maybe even a book, something with drawings and typed out story... But for now, there are pictures. Please come back to my site, please.
And before that there was Oregon Country Fair but all the cool kids call it OCF, so don't OMG if where not like, BFF when you say,
"Is that like, a staff shirt from Oregon Country Fair?"--at which I immersed myself in hippy heaven: complete with fire fed sauna, all-you-can-eat hot shower, play money that buys cheesecake, vaudeville, and the incredible Jason Webley. Not to mention because of the legalities of unsaid activities, playing barn yard with the greatest peeps.
And if they made cameras out of wood, I could direct you to some pictures of the OCF, but alas... the gnomes have a patent on that shit.
past lives
3/11/01
9:23 pm Sunday (dad's)
[part B]
Run to the brink of exhaustion, then run some more, fall down and pass out only to awake running. know that this gift of movement has been denied to the helpless, to the harmed and so keep running. keep going when your legs are stiff from battery acid and liquid shit, keep going when your lungs have shriveled to the size of raisins and your heart has popped. keep pushing onward with legs pumping and mind focused, keep moving onward with clear intent of never stopping... and never do nothing.
as to never stop.
[part A]
Matt and I ran 4 miles. We started at the Y and made a loop. I enjoyed it. So did he. Leaves for Basic Training tomorrow by Wednesday he will have arrived in Texas, somewhere.
"Life is beautiful," he said. And he is a very wise man.
Noticing things after they're gone. shit. we had some amazing times together. some really fucking cool shit. yet, we were best friends there was never a competition, even in the face of competing, we were equal in respect for each other. that is and was amazing. it's truly difficult to find such unselfishness. a wise man Matt Fitzsimmons is, forever in my memories we will run together through the disgusting times of High School Hell, together we will part paths knowing someday we will still be on the same road.
9:23 pm Sunday (dad's)
[part B]
Run to the brink of exhaustion, then run some more, fall down and pass out only to awake running. know that this gift of movement has been denied to the helpless, to the harmed and so keep running. keep going when your legs are stiff from battery acid and liquid shit, keep going when your lungs have shriveled to the size of raisins and your heart has popped. keep pushing onward with legs pumping and mind focused, keep moving onward with clear intent of never stopping... and never do nothing.
as to never stop.
[part A]
Matt and I ran 4 miles. We started at the Y and made a loop. I enjoyed it. So did he. Leaves for Basic Training tomorrow by Wednesday he will have arrived in Texas, somewhere.
"Life is beautiful," he said. And he is a very wise man.
Noticing things after they're gone. shit. we had some amazing times together. some really fucking cool shit. yet, we were best friends there was never a competition, even in the face of competing, we were equal in respect for each other. that is and was amazing. it's truly difficult to find such unselfishness. a wise man Matt Fitzsimmons is, forever in my memories we will run together through the disgusting times of High School Hell, together we will part paths knowing someday we will still be on the same road.
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