to alec!
hey buddy i wrote you an email but it didn't go through. is your address kidsoup@hotmail.com? anyway here it is (it was sent to you and nicktoll and my sister):
sorry for the fuss, but i ain't gettin' on that bus
or: i don't want a pickle, i just wanna ride on my bicycle!
i woke up today to the smell of snow before i saw it. i stood outside in
my longjohns for a while and squinted my eyes at the morning west alameda
traffic, everyone in such a rush, prepackaged in their haste to not be cold
or wintered but in the meantime making themselves very weathered. they tore
away at the first real snowfall of the season, resenting it without even
being truly affected by it.
my ass is still a bit damp from my 9:30am ride to school and i don't mind.
before attempting some errands, i was looking online at PAC bags and was
overcome by an immense sense of self-pride for being a biker, for not giving
in and getting a car to lug myself around, yet another box to separate me
from my surroundings.
on the way home i stopped to get some more lights for my bicycle, and was
almost hit by an old station wagon on St. Mike's and then by a huge monster
truck (this one was EXTREMELY close, i had to flip my back tire out from
under myself to keep my ass from leaving my body -- thank goodness i am used
to riding on highways) on 2nd street. The noise, smell, the personality
they and their drivers possess while en route...egch!
if i moved to chimayo i would be participating in all that, in addition to
supporting the war for oil. i can't bring myself to do that. it's too hideous.
as wonderful as it would be to live out there, to have my own apple orchard,
a wood stove to write by, a barn to do everything possible and possibly some
impossibles as well, and irrigated land for farming or just playing and learning
how to do cartwheels...not to mention the chance to live with beautiful people
i respect more and more each time they cross my mind (or in alec & katie's
case, we jump into each other's dreams to say hello)...i can't sell myself
out like that. sorry if any of you were seriously interested. it just seems
like such a waste of convictions. plus, so much is getting started out here
right now, i don't think i would be able to, in good conscience, just leave
it all behind.
but this summer, sassfrassidy and i think we might either a) volunteer on
an organic farm or a farm sanctuary (i think i'm more into the farm sanctuary
than she is, though, so that might fall through), b) pick some country on
the map and ride our bikes around it all summer, or c) who knows, it's 5
months away, but we're saving our money just in case! i was thinking two
years ago about riding my bike either back to MA or down the east coast from
boston to see some floridian friends and meet the strange aaron cometbus
i've heard so many stories about......if any of you would like to accompany
us in those adventures, i'm sure it would be marvelous, as you are all marvelous
people.
anyway, point being, there is something wonderful about sporadic decisions
and spontaneity, but there's no need to be spontaneous when there are a million
GOOD reasons to actually stay put for once. (yes i know at times that is
reason enough in itself to up and go, but something is telling me not this
time)
if anyone would like that woman's number, however, she sounds amazing and
the house is still an absolute steal. just not to be taken with my paws.
so i can pass it on for you. the number, i mean.
sorry, again, for first filling your boxes with emails and your minds with
crazy ideas, and then completely changing my mind about it all. but hey,
that's what you love about me............right?
love and snowball fights,
squash
sorry for the fuss, but i ain't gettin' on that bus
or: i don't want a pickle, i just wanna ride on my bicycle!
i woke up today to the smell of snow before i saw it. i stood outside in
my longjohns for a while and squinted my eyes at the morning west alameda
traffic, everyone in such a rush, prepackaged in their haste to not be cold
or wintered but in the meantime making themselves very weathered. they tore
away at the first real snowfall of the season, resenting it without even
being truly affected by it.
my ass is still a bit damp from my 9:30am ride to school and i don't mind.
before attempting some errands, i was looking online at PAC bags and was
overcome by an immense sense of self-pride for being a biker, for not giving
in and getting a car to lug myself around, yet another box to separate me
from my surroundings.
on the way home i stopped to get some more lights for my bicycle, and was
almost hit by an old station wagon on St. Mike's and then by a huge monster
truck (this one was EXTREMELY close, i had to flip my back tire out from
under myself to keep my ass from leaving my body -- thank goodness i am used
to riding on highways) on 2nd street. The noise, smell, the personality
they and their drivers possess while en route...egch!
if i moved to chimayo i would be participating in all that, in addition to
supporting the war for oil. i can't bring myself to do that. it's too hideous.
as wonderful as it would be to live out there, to have my own apple orchard,
a wood stove to write by, a barn to do everything possible and possibly some
impossibles as well, and irrigated land for farming or just playing and learning
how to do cartwheels...not to mention the chance to live with beautiful people
i respect more and more each time they cross my mind (or in alec & katie's
case, we jump into each other's dreams to say hello)...i can't sell myself
out like that. sorry if any of you were seriously interested. it just seems
like such a waste of convictions. plus, so much is getting started out here
right now, i don't think i would be able to, in good conscience, just leave
it all behind.
but this summer, sassfrassidy and i think we might either a) volunteer on
an organic farm or a farm sanctuary (i think i'm more into the farm sanctuary
than she is, though, so that might fall through), b) pick some country on
the map and ride our bikes around it all summer, or c) who knows, it's 5
months away, but we're saving our money just in case! i was thinking two
years ago about riding my bike either back to MA or down the east coast from
boston to see some floridian friends and meet the strange aaron cometbus
i've heard so many stories about......if any of you would like to accompany
us in those adventures, i'm sure it would be marvelous, as you are all marvelous
people.
anyway, point being, there is something wonderful about sporadic decisions
and spontaneity, but there's no need to be spontaneous when there are a million
GOOD reasons to actually stay put for once. (yes i know at times that is
reason enough in itself to up and go, but something is telling me not this
time)
if anyone would like that woman's number, however, she sounds amazing and
the house is still an absolute steal. just not to be taken with my paws.
so i can pass it on for you. the number, i mean.
sorry, again, for first filling your boxes with emails and your minds with
crazy ideas, and then completely changing my mind about it all. but hey,
that's what you love about me............right?
love and snowball fights,
squash