Red Elephants Scrambling When Minds Become One
I'm getting an early sense for my daily average, and find it interesting that i walk roughly 7.5 miles a day on weekdays whether i work or not.
There was a raving lunatic woman on the muni tonight, not that raving lunatics are scarce in the city, but i always find myself caught up in some part of the chaos, and am so interested in how the general public deals with people who can no longer cope with their own lives. After somebody does something unruly in front of a ton of tired people, you expect at least eye contact from everyone around you to support your hope that we are all "in this" together and looking out for each other in the most basic of basic sense- but it's usually only or two people who will confirm such a thing with a half-smile of recognition. That guy was nuts, but i'm not.
I envisioned the straight road through eastern Colorado that lashes across the open nation like the waistband of a tight belt, 1-70! the endless road that binds midwest metropoli like an asphalt rope between tin cans. I saw it all ahead of me as i took more steps, leaning against the San Franciscan grade and knowing each was another footprint in a field somewhere outside of Manteca, California. This is October, and i am coping with the first-ever feelings that i might actually be finished with this school business. But then i'd have to ask myself what i'm really doing where i am...
http://www.heydaybooks.com/public/books/eco.html
Daily Distance: 7.72 miles
Total Distance Crossed: 62.36
Entering Manteca, California
posted by w.weston @ 11:08 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
losing sight of the road, so am posting on your blog.
rode the bus the other day with a blind man who keeps his seeing eye dog tucked in at his feet. he talks endlessly with the cranky old latino man who drives the bus. both of them have children, both of them laugh at uncomfortable silences, talk about their mothers and wives. i imagine that their wives are too fat. eat too much chicken and drink cheap red wine. the blind man has deep black leather hands. hums pretty loudly over the sounds of the bus generator and air conditioning.
didn't walk at all today. sat absolutely still watching the turkey defrost on the counter and listening to a cassette tape.
i have a feeling that this isnt what you wanted for your little blog, but what can i say? am avoiding homework and another long bus ride. also your blog seemed pretty lonely.
ps. i liked an ashphalt rope between tin cans. am stealing that line for my julie carr class. that's show business.
this is precisely what i wanted for the blog. it is closer to a success than ever before, as of.. now. thanks alyssa.
do you remember that crazy guy in boulder who rides public transportation and has a stuffed toy lion underneath his windbreaker with its head poking out and engages everyone in uncomfortable, early-exit-inducing conversation?
if the poetry thing doesn't work, you can always do that for a living. it's more or less what i'm planning on.
i love you baby.
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