Ode to Craigslist Rideshare
I do not mean to presume this to be in league with the honorariums of Pindar, but the feats, virtues, and heroism of Craigslist mustn't remain unsung any longer.
Case #1: Wake up at 9 am at the farm. Make some eggs, toast, stretch on Sue's nice foam back things. Go for a walkabout, eat an apple. Log onto craigslist and find a ride that offered to pick us up from the farm at 2 pm. This changed to us meeting him at an exit and at 4 pm. Anyhow, no fuss, cool dude, and made new friend named Memo. Took us to PDX for $10 as opposed to $30 via train/hound.
Case #2: Decide to go visit Brigette at 2 am. Post wanted ride on PDX CL, go to sleep. Wake up at 10:30 the next morning, missed 2 calls and 4 emails offering rides. Got to weed through them (for instance, dude that wanted a dedicated j roller and music selector for a copilot obviously didn't respond, in fact got and email from him today blaming his lack of communication on binge drinking. For the best. Also, dude who kept coming on to me and alluding to staying over in a motel with him to help him relive days gone by as a dirty old man...didn't make the cut)
I left on Saturday at 6:00 pm from the new house. The ride from PDX to SLC usually takes 12 hours. This time it took 23. I pitched in $50 that I don't really have towards gasoline. He (Giahau Liu) initially told me I would be riding in the back of his 250,000 mile 1970 Mitsubishi pickup, but then changed his mind and let me ride in the cramped cab. We drove for 6 hours, taking 5 stops for rest in that time. He didn't speak much English, but was good conversation and we laughed at each other a lot and got on really well. He was born in Canton, moved to the states 26 yrs ago, currently works as an electrical engineer. He is 45. He was coming to SLC because he couldn't find any work in PDX.
"You had turkey?"
"No, I had two great Thanksgivings, but no turkey...I don't eat meat."
"OHHH! You are peace green guy 1969!!! HAHAHAHAHA"
"You are liberal?"
"Sure, I guess so."
"I saw Inconvenient Truth. I think it is the truth. Everyday...we reach into the future."
After 6 hrs of drving, we stopped at a Roady's truck stop.
"Come in, come in! I find a place. I am too tired."
We go inside and sneak into the CDL/truckers only lounge, and find an empty TV room. We turn off the lights and close the door, and take a 7 hour nap. This is in Baker City, OR. Then we get up, hit the road. Giahau doesn't drive (nor does the truck permit anything else) faster than 65 the entire way. I like that. Driving is scary, 65 is fast enough.
We then stopped to take breaks every hour or every other hour. Intense drive. Didn't listen to the radio except for the hour that I drove. Listened to Selected Shorts, a reading of Joseph Conrad's "The Initiation." A tale that used the term "ejaculate" to describe yelling, talked about seamen walking on the poop and ejaculating their disdain. Giahau didn't pick up on the giggles. So pretty though...desert covered in snow. I saw a live red fox and a dead baby fox that was so cute. Disney cute. I wish there were two and I would have tried to tan them and make the cutest slippers or biking gloves.
Anything you want is on craigslist. Why take mass transit far distances? It is way more expensive, shittier, and less exciting. To not use the rideshare is to be lame. To complain about not having a ride somewhere is to be a lazy whiner. CL rideshare git's r. I am now in Utah. Found a ride back even, I think.
Case #1: Wake up at 9 am at the farm. Make some eggs, toast, stretch on Sue's nice foam back things. Go for a walkabout, eat an apple. Log onto craigslist and find a ride that offered to pick us up from the farm at 2 pm. This changed to us meeting him at an exit and at 4 pm. Anyhow, no fuss, cool dude, and made new friend named Memo. Took us to PDX for $10 as opposed to $30 via train/hound.
Case #2: Decide to go visit Brigette at 2 am. Post wanted ride on PDX CL, go to sleep. Wake up at 10:30 the next morning, missed 2 calls and 4 emails offering rides. Got to weed through them (for instance, dude that wanted a dedicated j roller and music selector for a copilot obviously didn't respond, in fact got and email from him today blaming his lack of communication on binge drinking. For the best. Also, dude who kept coming on to me and alluding to staying over in a motel with him to help him relive days gone by as a dirty old man...didn't make the cut)
I left on Saturday at 6:00 pm from the new house. The ride from PDX to SLC usually takes 12 hours. This time it took 23. I pitched in $50 that I don't really have towards gasoline. He (Giahau Liu) initially told me I would be riding in the back of his 250,000 mile 1970 Mitsubishi pickup, but then changed his mind and let me ride in the cramped cab. We drove for 6 hours, taking 5 stops for rest in that time. He didn't speak much English, but was good conversation and we laughed at each other a lot and got on really well. He was born in Canton, moved to the states 26 yrs ago, currently works as an electrical engineer. He is 45. He was coming to SLC because he couldn't find any work in PDX.
"You had turkey?"
"No, I had two great Thanksgivings, but no turkey...I don't eat meat."
"OHHH! You are peace green guy 1969!!! HAHAHAHAHA"
"You are liberal?"
"Sure, I guess so."
"I saw Inconvenient Truth. I think it is the truth. Everyday...we reach into the future."
After 6 hrs of drving, we stopped at a Roady's truck stop.
"Come in, come in! I find a place. I am too tired."
We go inside and sneak into the CDL/truckers only lounge, and find an empty TV room. We turn off the lights and close the door, and take a 7 hour nap. This is in Baker City, OR. Then we get up, hit the road. Giahau doesn't drive (nor does the truck permit anything else) faster than 65 the entire way. I like that. Driving is scary, 65 is fast enough.
We then stopped to take breaks every hour or every other hour. Intense drive. Didn't listen to the radio except for the hour that I drove. Listened to Selected Shorts, a reading of Joseph Conrad's "The Initiation." A tale that used the term "ejaculate" to describe yelling, talked about seamen walking on the poop and ejaculating their disdain. Giahau didn't pick up on the giggles. So pretty though...desert covered in snow. I saw a live red fox and a dead baby fox that was so cute. Disney cute. I wish there were two and I would have tried to tan them and make the cutest slippers or biking gloves.
Anything you want is on craigslist. Why take mass transit far distances? It is way more expensive, shittier, and less exciting. To not use the rideshare is to be lame. To complain about not having a ride somewhere is to be a lazy whiner. CL rideshare git's r. I am now in Utah. Found a ride back even, I think.
Gwoing, Gwoing, Gwan
New House!
Deserves its own post with pictures.
Extremely positive.
Got EEG, ear clip electrodes, now just waiting on the scalp electrodes and conductive paste.
Get to go to Utah to visit this chola brava:
More on house soon!
a word from tom robbins
Thoughts on Lilly
Sometime in the sixties, the term "far out" acquired a positive connotation. It still meant something or someone removed from the mainstream, but in those exploratory, innovative times that had come to be an accolade rather than an insult. In the context, then, I regarded Dr. John Lilly as the most "far out" person on the planet. Seeming to operate with absolute fearlessness, he allowed his massive intellect and consummate erudition to carry him from one frontier, one edge after another, regardless of the psychological and even physical risks involved. And like the god Hermes, who must have been his personal deity, he brought things back from out beyond the boundaries, gave them back to us, and wryly observed the way they changed our lives. If the changes were controversial, so much the better. Every bit as much as he loved the truth, and was willing to go to any lengths to pursue it, he also loved the thrill of dropping those truths like cherry bombs into the tepid punchbowl of polite science. I'd like to think that somewhere, in another dimension perhaps, this great man is astride a dolphin, leaping over paradigm and convention, riding headlong and joyfully into some ultimate Ultimate where he, more than any man I've ever known, will feel completely at home.
Sometime in the sixties, the term "far out" acquired a positive connotation. It still meant something or someone removed from the mainstream, but in those exploratory, innovative times that had come to be an accolade rather than an insult. In the context, then, I regarded Dr. John Lilly as the most "far out" person on the planet. Seeming to operate with absolute fearlessness, he allowed his massive intellect and consummate erudition to carry him from one frontier, one edge after another, regardless of the psychological and even physical risks involved. And like the god Hermes, who must have been his personal deity, he brought things back from out beyond the boundaries, gave them back to us, and wryly observed the way they changed our lives. If the changes were controversial, so much the better. Every bit as much as he loved the truth, and was willing to go to any lengths to pursue it, he also loved the thrill of dropping those truths like cherry bombs into the tepid punchbowl of polite science. I'd like to think that somewhere, in another dimension perhaps, this great man is astride a dolphin, leaping over paradigm and convention, riding headlong and joyfully into some ultimate Ultimate where he, more than any man I've ever known, will feel completely at home.
Master's Cleanse: Day 4
I feel great. I feel energetic. I feel light and I have been passing some semi-rope like objects. However, I could not ride my bike for long without my legs cramping up and getting too tired. I broke the fast with chanterelle miso soup and toast. The toast was the real treat.
Master's Cleanse
Day 2.
Feel good. People are far too bossy with how you should fast and such. There seem to be a million different canonical right ways. The lemonade is delicious. Jonah and Zach are doing it too. I think that my sense of smell has been boosted. Smelled the best smelling lasagna I have ever encountered from the street in front of someones house.
I plan to go back the the sensory deprivation tank soon. First time was amazing. So dark, buoyant, quiet. But also a good amount of brain lights and the overwhelming cacophony of your breath and heartbeat. Feeling of swirling around in a giant tank, while in a 3 ft x 7 ft tub. Such an amazing resource. Can't recommend a float to enough people. It cuts through the physical nags usually encountered in sitting zazen for instance, and goes right to a calmer state of no-mind. There is so much interesting work to be done in there. What did Richard Feynman like about them?
I hope to keep going another few days. I got way pooped riding my bike around, and should that keep up I think I will end it. Pooping my brains out in the morning is great, however.
Feel good. People are far too bossy with how you should fast and such. There seem to be a million different canonical right ways. The lemonade is delicious. Jonah and Zach are doing it too. I think that my sense of smell has been boosted. Smelled the best smelling lasagna I have ever encountered from the street in front of someones house.
I plan to go back the the sensory deprivation tank soon. First time was amazing. So dark, buoyant, quiet. But also a good amount of brain lights and the overwhelming cacophony of your breath and heartbeat. Feeling of swirling around in a giant tank, while in a 3 ft x 7 ft tub. Such an amazing resource. Can't recommend a float to enough people. It cuts through the physical nags usually encountered in sitting zazen for instance, and goes right to a calmer state of no-mind. There is so much interesting work to be done in there. What did Richard Feynman like about them?
I hope to keep going another few days. I got way pooped riding my bike around, and should that keep up I think I will end it. Pooping my brains out in the morning is great, however.