Gonerfest
I'm in Memphis, going back to New Orleans this week. Four and a half months is too long to travel. At the same time, I've just reached a state I remember from years ago, of no more anxiety about where I am, what I'm doing, who I'm hanging out with, or whether I look alright. This has also been, since the Black Fly Ball in August, the first time in years that I've travelled without any firm schedule or destinations. In Montreal two weeks ago I emailed Saulo; he was in BC. He asked if I had any pictures from El Arfi. It was good to be back in touch and using spanish for something besides basic shopping.
A radically egalitarian temporary intentional community working collectively on a series of huge projects, leading up to a giant party. Everywhere I went in the northeast for the last month I was visiting, travelling, or hanging out with people I met at the Black Fly Ball. It was an almost necessary comedown. I can't imagine the transition for people who flew straight back to college...
I bought three books yesterday. Man's Fate, Jealousy and Into the Labyrinth by Robbe-Grillet in one volume, and Hobsbawm's book on European history 1789-1848. Yesterday and today I read Jealousy; I also finished Aurora: Beyond Equality, an early 70s feminist sf anthology edited by Vonda McIntyre; sitting in the hidden postage-stamp graveyard behind Cash Saver Cost Plus Food Outlet. If I leave Aurora behind, I think I only have eight books with me? Even one bus trip from home, this is too much.
A radically egalitarian temporary intentional community working collectively on a series of huge projects, leading up to a giant party. Everywhere I went in the northeast for the last month I was visiting, travelling, or hanging out with people I met at the Black Fly Ball. It was an almost necessary comedown. I can't imagine the transition for people who flew straight back to college...
I bought three books yesterday. Man's Fate, Jealousy and Into the Labyrinth by Robbe-Grillet in one volume, and Hobsbawm's book on European history 1789-1848. Yesterday and today I read Jealousy; I also finished Aurora: Beyond Equality, an early 70s feminist sf anthology edited by Vonda McIntyre; sitting in the hidden postage-stamp graveyard behind Cash Saver Cost Plus Food Outlet. If I leave Aurora behind, I think I only have eight books with me? Even one bus trip from home, this is too much.