Arson At The Petting Factory!

The way i see it, day two was made for kinks.

A recent search of sanfrancisco/brooklyn yielded the myspace page of "power struggle," a severely unimpressive experimental rap group who may or may not be a huge deal in the mission. The music could use some extra fine-tuning, admittedly, but the name of their debut record is "arson at the petting factory" which is probably the greatest title i've ever read with my eyeballs. If you have to now, check them out at:

www.myspace.com/powerstruggle

While not all material posted on this page is promised to be of power struggle caliber, i do hope to cultivate a habit of posting interesting material, links to talented authors, facts about dynamic landscapes and destiny, those sorts of things. If this is going to be a true year-worthy campaign, we must make it our own living room.

Today i realized the errors in the programming of the pedometer for day one. We must have walked in excess of ten miles yesterday, my stride is far closer to 30 inches than 22 per step, and I intend to perfect the measurements over the weekend. This dawned on me today as i logged three miles before noon, entirely on the hardwood floor of my less-pillowed, cedar-scented, home away from home away from home awayfromhomeawayfromhome

Regardless of my error, i will stick by the numbers i earn on the device. You can safely assume that various thousands of miles will be lost to absent-mindedness and riding escalators and dancing quickly, let alone my inability to program things.

And let alone breaking the device four and a half miles into the second day, as i was fetching something for a customer. Picking the round battery up off the floor, i realized that making the pedometer an unobtrusive body part might be trickier than i thought. Only time can fix such things. i was rolling again soon after, but doing foggy addition in my head and disheartened to see the firing squad of zeroes all lined up, following the six hour morning.

Kinks i say. Knots in the proverbial rope. Regardless, i walked over six miles today at work, and intend to duck tape the shit out of the little guy in the near future.

I want to elaborate further on the purpose of this journey. It is meant to be somewhat of a statement about direction, the choices and judgments of a human being, leading at some point into a "real life." At our young age, a number of us are entirely mystified by what purpose we might serve, and what form of “destiny” might manifest itself along the way. Whether you are an “everything is meant for a reason” person or an L. Ron Hubbard person or the person in the Betty Boop costume dancing on Powell Street every day, you are currently making choices that lead you into who you will be. In my own directional insecurity, i have started this log to give myself a goal, a reason to count footsteps, and a concept of physical distance to accompany my emotional.

I want every one of us to be sure that we are going somewhere in our lives, and have at least basic reason to put one foot ahead of the other, even in times of doubt or true love or South America or jail. I want to know and share where i might be, had i veered from my current direction straight across the fruited plain. I want to know where all of you are and what you are looking at when you are walking. I want insight into your lives, an expanding community of people going every possible direction, united by this likeness.

Alright, enough talk. There are hundreds of nights for such things. Stay tuned.

Daily Distance: 6.88 miles

Total Distance Crossed: 14.23 miles

Berkeley, California