year upcoming
I'd love to leave this place for good. There is nothing here. I want to live somewhere that I can walk out the door with my bike and ride to an actual destination. To drink. To shop. To work. Everywhere.
This book I just read called "Urban Hermit" made me miss Baltimore. Everything that happened in the book happened at places I am familiar with. Fells Point, The Sip and Bite, Kislings bar. The story is about some dood that looses like a hundred pounds by only eating only lentils in order to save money. It's funny to me how casually he talks about doing pilling up on ecstacy in a book that most people will interpret as a convoluted diet guide, which it is certainly not. Along the way he ends up in Bosnia, then out in Montana at a Rainbow Gathering in a VW bus no less. It was an easy fun read. I had never heard the term "Creative Non Fiction" before, but the guy teaches a class on it, so I guess it exists. If you ask me the book sounds like a really long blog entry.
I need things to do. You would think with all the idle time I would have written 4 albums, made a complete series of paintings or something, and rode a zillion miles on the bike. But you know, I get sick and fucking tired of doing everything by myself. Really. So I just do nothing. See how the cycle perpetuates nothing good?
My 2009 theme? Escape from Flowery Branch
This book I just read called "Urban Hermit" made me miss Baltimore. Everything that happened in the book happened at places I am familiar with. Fells Point, The Sip and Bite, Kislings bar. The story is about some dood that looses like a hundred pounds by only eating only lentils in order to save money. It's funny to me how casually he talks about doing pilling up on ecstacy in a book that most people will interpret as a convoluted diet guide, which it is certainly not. Along the way he ends up in Bosnia, then out in Montana at a Rainbow Gathering in a VW bus no less. It was an easy fun read. I had never heard the term "Creative Non Fiction" before, but the guy teaches a class on it, so I guess it exists. If you ask me the book sounds like a really long blog entry.
I need things to do. You would think with all the idle time I would have written 4 albums, made a complete series of paintings or something, and rode a zillion miles on the bike. But you know, I get sick and fucking tired of doing everything by myself. Really. So I just do nothing. See how the cycle perpetuates nothing good?
My 2009 theme? Escape from Flowery Branch