kanji

14 June, 2005
westward, ho... (no jokes, please)

while i can, i have to lay a few lines down here... by this time, tomorrow evening (if the fates allow), i'll be somewhere close to the Ohio river on the way to America's breadbasket.

destination: Indianapolis.

purpose: this year's USFormulaOneGrandPrix.
ironic, considering all of the financial bullshit that i've been crying about for weeks. since the camel's back hadn't broken by Monday morning (even as Yoko regaled me with yet another unexpected $200 bill that she couldn't pay...waiting to tell me at the last minute, after i'd balanced what remained from the last), i decided to add another straw to the burden.

i'd felt the guilt of planning to do something on my own for weeks, as the extra expenses piled up... and the added guilt of "abandoning" her (her words) without some cash for food and gas. but i needn't have stressed too much... she was packing her car up to visit her daughter for several days, as i left for work. she takes seriously the fifties mindset of man-does-all-the-work, pays-all-the-bills.
my, how things have changed since our first anniversary, twelve years ago... and what different people we have become.

so, semi-guiltless, off i go... pursuing passions that i'd never left behind. speed, being one of them. reality hasn't allowed the revival of the British dinosaurs in the backyard, so i still enjoy the thrill, vicariously.

mile-upon-mile of interstate, from weathered mountains to flat prairie. people congregated from all over, by the thousands. colour, rocketing by at light speed, trailing thunder. the international parade, the results of which reverberate around the world.

and it's a good thing... not about killing someone else who has something you want, or for a flag, or a piece of land, or a religious artifact. or some celebrity screwing some other celebrity, or children... or any other crap that we're told is what's important and worth expending energy and imagination upon.

nah, what i do isn't much on the significance scale, either... just not perverse.

of course, i'll be riding a bike when i get there, and cooking outside instead of restaurants. and digging into the plastic to get there.

...and i will pay, oh yes, when i get back.

but i'll worry about that when it happens.

i've got good things on my mind, now... quite a few. i think i'll let them roam around a bit before hiding them away, again.

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hit me with your rhythm stick




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