Yesterday at work after we'd closed, it had come to our attention that one of our double surrey bikes was missing without a rental form to go with it. Basically, someone had just taken it without actually renting it. Being that this is a $3,000 bike, we had to search the whole park for it and find it before we could go home, and I ended up on an impromptu bike ride through the trails. Even though I was on the lookout for our missing surrey, I enjoyed the bike ride and the park. We all rode around for an hour looking for the bike, and eventually it was found near some dumpster, semi-stashed.
I think Spirit wanted me to go on that bike ride. I enjoyed myself so much, I may get a bike of my own.
Just collecting some ideas for my future tattoos. I'm wanting something floral, but to have a sort of a flat, wallpaper-y feel to it...tricky. I will need to consult with a good artist to ensure it ends up looking nice and not like a poorly done tattoo.
Well, here I am. It's been two wonderful, crazy, chaotic, spiritual, free years on the road. My only regret is not keeping a journal for the duration of that time. Perhaps from time to time I'll come back here and write down a story or two of an event, a magical place, or a magical person I've experienced along the way.
For now I am back in one place, resuming a normalish life. Still in transition...we'll see what unfolds I suppose.
Who am I to need you when I'm down Where are you when I need you around Your life is not your own
And all I ask you Is for another chance Another way around you To live by circumstance, once again
Who am I to need you now To ask you why to tell you no To deserve your love and sympathy You were never meant to belong to me
And you may go, but I know you won't leave Too many years built into memories Your life is not your own
Who am I to need you now To ask you why to tell you no To deserve your love and sympathy You were never meant to belong to me
Who am I to you? Along the way I lost my faith
And as you were, you'll be again To mold like clay, to break like dirt To tear me up in your sympathy You were never meant to belong to me You were never meant to belong to me You were never meant to belong to me
Good ol' livejournal. It's been months. I've been rollin' all around this awesome country havin' adventures and livin' the life. I've met some amazing people, been to all manner of beautiful, powerful places, learned more about life in 8 months than I reckon most people ever learn, and...well, it's a lot of shit to sum up after 8 months. I really ought to get a road journal. Online journals are incredibly impractical for this sort of thing.
Soup, hands down. Assuming it didn't have to be a specific kind of soup, I don't see why a person couldn't live on soup forever...you can pretty much put anything in a soup to cover every nutritional need. It'll always taste good and stay interesting.
I spent a long time following trails of breadcrumbs all over the internet yesterday, and somehow I came upon a wikipedia page about the tin man from The Wizard of Oz. There are a shit ton of books in the Oz series, and shit gets weird.
But yeah, so I was reading the wiki article about the tin man (called "The Tin Woodman"). In the book, the tin man started out as an actual human man named Nick Chopper. He was in love with a munchkin woman named Nimmie Amee who was a slave to the Wicked Witch of the East. To prevent them from getting married, the Wicked Witch of the East put a spell on Nick Chopper's axe that caused it to chop off his own limbs, one by one. The tinsmith, Ku-Klip, replaced Nick Chopper's limbs with tin prosthetics until he was made entirely out of tin, but didn't give him a heart. As a result, he lost his ability to love altogether and never married Nimmie Amee.
Pretty similar to losing someone to drugs, really. Little by little the human parts are replaced with something cold and mechanical, until the need and want for the drugs renders them almost (if not entirely) incapable of being able to love.
It gets even more fucked up when Nimmie marries a guy the tinsmith created out of Nick Chopper's body parts (with a different guy's head) named Chopfyt. I don't know why the tinsmith couldn't have just put Nick Chopper back together in the first place, I guess that wouldn't be weird enough.
