Since SanFran I have been in a Spring-is-Springing state. Its actually been more rainy than sunny, but I have been busy trying to get my life in order. I work just enough and on my days off I either stay at the Bog or like yesterday, go hiking.
I went up to Lower Lena Lake, up off the Hamma Hamma River. I actually managed somehow to get away alone. Blessedly alone except for Lili who I concider to be a part of me. The lake is a three mile uphill walk through exquisite forest and the higher you climb the bigger the trees get. No one else was there. I hiked as far around the back of the lake as I could. There is a little peninsula type beach which reaches out into a blue watered cove into which spills a water fall. I shared lunch with Lili and laid in the sun. It was so quiet. I was alone. Blessedly alone.
Sure I thought about cougars and rednecks with guns as I walked through the woods alone. But I did have my pitbull with me, so I felt safe enough. I told people where I was headed before I left The Bog. But one thing I like more than anything in a sort of perverse manner is to go somewhere where no one knows I am. Not a soul. I get this feeling a lot when I drive cross country by my self. I'll be in the panhandle of East Bumfuck and know that no one has any idea where I am.
I got into this intense state that took a day or more to get out of. Being in the woods like that, smoking a little marijuana, not even talking to Lili. The ride too and from the mountain silenced me too. I was amazed at how good it felt. You all should try it some time.
My big sister Stacey had a baby on the 17th of March! She's got ten years on me, and already has a 19 and a 15 year old daughter, but she decided to have another one for her new man. I told her that I felt like it really should be me having the baby. me being 27 and all opposed to her 37, but she was more than welcome to it. Anyhow I have a new niece Cadence Riley Williams. My oldest niece is 21 and has a baby of her own - then I have 11 other nieces/nephews. Somehow I think I'll leave the breeding to everyone else in my family. My mother is one of 13 and had 6 kids - I have never sat down and counted all my aunts, uncles, cousins etc. I bet it is way over 100. Boggles the imagination indeed it does.
Congratulations Stacey and Jay.
Just getting back from San Fransisco. What a city! The jasmine was blossoming and mingling with the scent of eucalyptus. We walked everywhere. Of course, me being a mountain climber, I dragged the poor boys I was traveling with everywhere. Me: "its only 20 blocks from Mission over to Haight and look its right up 17th street... that way." Straight up hill and down the other side of course. There were stairs in the side walk up and up and up. Why take the bus??!!! It was sunny and 80 degrees and sweet so sweet.
There is a herd of buffalo grazing in Golden Gate park. Tulips too. I wish I could fly down there in my little cabin and park it in the midst of the park for a week or so. I need to figure out how to do that.
Jamaican, Chinese, Thai, Italian, and Mexican food. Irish beer. Cheap red wine. The view from my bed a parking garage. Cars cars lots of sexy cars. Berkeley campus calling me. . . Palm trees, banana, datura flowers, aloe growing on the street.
50,000 people at the protest . . . then we left town on highway 101. Which is my favorite North-South Highway. Wine country, rolling oak hills. Red Woods. Spent the night in EUreka. Back on the road again.
Then back to my quiet little cabin in the woods. Of course the frogs are as loud as the drunks and they never go to sleep. RRiiiibbiiiit pppeeeeppp ppeeeeepp rrreeeiiibbbitttt. Over and over again all night orgey of frog fucking. Ringing in my ears nonstop.
The Bog is shaping up for another summer. We already have Lesbians pitching tents and planning to build a tree house. Boys are returning from North Carolina and Belieze. The garden is being fenced into a little habitat that reminds me of the Shire. I smoked hash from Humboldt county before breakfast today.
Someday soon I am going to head up to Seattle for a visit and maybe get a tutorial from Daniel so I can post pictures. I took a lot of them.
So I am off to San Fransisco. I am excited, its been a while since I have been on a road trip - almost 6 weeks! Speaking of road trips, I just manifested a car into my life - and I am in love.
I know that driving destroys the ecosystem and that oil and gas have bad bad karma tied to them and that I have to sell hours of my freedom to afford the car and that I have to give money to an evil insurance company or have a heart attack everytime I see a cop while driving. . . Nonetheless, I love to drive. I love my car.
She is a 1991 Saab two door hatchback, five speed, silver. So sleek, so tight, so well built, handles like a porche, but is safe as a tank. I love to cruise around with the sun roof open and the stereo booming.
So maybe I'll be making an appearance up in Seattle sometime soon. I kind of want to go see Ani at the paramount on the 13th of April, but I am pretty broke so.
See, I am conducting an experiment. I am attempting to assume financial responcibility over my own life - I am 27, I should grow up a bit ... maybe. So I am working (really the first time I have had a real job with benifits and without a deadline and not working for a friend - under the table.) So I am paying off $29,000 in student loans $200 at a time. (I don't even want to do the math on that one). And I am insuring my car and I have a few payments because I took out a loan for her.
But the good thing is that my life is cheap - rent is near nothing, I don't have a phone or electricity or water bill - and my gas bill is negligable. So I am trying. I have a bank account and automatic deposit of my pay check and automatic withdrawl on all my bills. So I live off my tips and never really see my paycheck and do not have to think about where it goes.
And if I get fired or have a break down - I am fleeing the country forever. I will just move down to my friend's land in Belieze and establish myself as a care taker and start a line of rainforest botanicals. Which I may do eventually anyway. So my experiment can not fail.
So I am off.
HAPPY EQUINOX!!!!
I just saw this movie. Has anyone else seen it? Lots to think about. Go see it if its up in Seattle and you happen to live there. . . its about quantum physics.
The movie is called What the #$%* Do we know?! By the way.
Now back to the woodsand away with me.
I am going to San Fransisco next week. On the 20th of March, next Friday, there is to be a Global Day of Protest. Aaron is the president of the Social Action club at his college, so he has school funds to take a few students to the protest. I am tagging along. . .
The protest is also happening in Seattle and Olympia. I think if you look at www.internationalanswer.org you can find more information at least about the protest in Seattle.
If you are interested in the Olympia protest, contact Aaron via email abonifield@stmartin.edu. I plan on taking a digital camera and at least updating the weblog once, so it should be fun to do some travel / journalism.
Yee Haw.
Just thought this would be a funny idea: Fill it out and give it to prospective lovers next time you're in the market. he he he he
Start With Most Recent and Work Your Way Back.
EXAMPLE:
Name of Previous Lover: Josquin Mondon
Starting Date: 8/01
Ending Date: 7/02
Duties Preformed: Drove from Maine to North Carolina - Then imported to Washington. Multiple House Keeping and Maintainence Tasks. Drove To Alaska and left beside the highway in the Yukon Territory.
Compensation Recieved: Occasional house building and fire wood splitting favors. Transmission on Toyota Pickup Truck. Fried Chicken and Jos.
Reason for Leaving: Departed in Yukon Territory after Whiskey Bender.
Additional Comments: Still a good friend after ugly drawnout breakup.
Contact Number for Reference: (360) 866-6433
Name of Previous Lover: Tamrak Byrne
Starting Date: 5/00
Ending Date: 5/01
Duties Preformed: Surrugate mom for 5 year old daughter, various house keeping tasks.
Compensation Recieved: Fishing lessons.
Reason for Leaving: alcohol and jealousy.
Additional Comments:
Contact Number for Reference: unknown
Name of Previous Lover: Yolanda Hunt
Starting Date: 3/00
Ending Date: 5/00
Duties Preformed: Lesbian sex slave.
Compensation Recieved: learned to eat pussy.
Reason for Leaving: She wouldn't share me with a boy.
Additional Comments: No regrets.
Contact Number for Reference: 360-866-6433 (Why do I still live with two of my exes noone knows.) Wierd hippies.
Either Direction on I5 Get off at Exit 104 Heading North on 101.
After you get out of town and head down the hill into the pretty valley, be sure to exit towards the right where 101 separates from 8. Head towards Shelton and the North Olympic Peninsula - not towards the beach. You are still on 101 North.
Exit at the Steamboat Island Road exit. Follow the road towards the left - past the gas station and ect. (If it is between May and October, you might find me at Madrona Grove Produce Stand which is directly on your left across from the gas station good food there any way) - but heading on towards the BOG ...
Take a right onto Steamboat Island Road and go for less than a mile.
Take a right onto Gravelly Beach Road and go for less than a mile.
Take a right onto Keating and proceed a few mail boxes til you see 5529 (Or maybe 5-29 because one of the 5's fell off the mailbox.) This is the BOG. It is on your right - you will see a trailer and a wooden cottage anda sign that says SLOW DOWN AND WELCOME TO BIG FOOT BOG.
Now is the tricky part.
Proceed down the long driveway. Notice how you feel as though you are descending into another dimension - do not fear the fog which might envelop you at this point.
Pass the burned out trailer. Keep Going Do not turn Right Do not pass Go Do not collect $100 Do not expect to get out of jail free.
Resist the desire to turn off at Rick's trailer. Ignore the purple peace flag. Keep going foreward.
You will pass a huge green dumpster, a massive mound of coffee grounds from batdorf and bronsen with a canada goose decoy swimming in it. Resist the urge to turn back. You will now pass through the WORM YARD. Recite: Lo and though I pass through the worm yard of dankness I will fear no stoners. It might make you feel better.
Once again Resist the urge to turn right: It will only lead you past the saw mill and pig sty to a house made of beer bottles.
Now you must make it past Ron's House. Visualizing pure white light might help guide you past the pirate ship and tell yourself that it is only chicken that he is barbecuing.
Now you will see the pretty hen house and the busted Mercedes. Again continue around the corner. Do not go straight at this point as it will only lead you the the broken down bus that my exboyfriend inhabits.
Fear not the epic mud puddles. Now you can park anywhere: Between the big green tuna boat car and the shed that collapsed under the weight of the snow is a good place. Notice how the shed spared the immortal sewing machiene. Now you must exit your car.
Assuming that you have parked in said location, walk up the path past the toilet bowl and you'll see my shanty.
Anywhere else you park further up the driveway, you can pretty much see my house on the right but if you go too far, you might fuck up and wind up at the gully hut and who knows what Ian will do to you.
Now if you have made it this far, and I am not there, don't fret. Let your self in and make yourself at home. Stoke the fire (but don't burn the house down!), read a book. Eat my food, sleep in my bed. I'll be back eventually. But once you have entered my house YOU MUST leave a note before exiting, otherwise you'll be hexxed until I see you again and choose to release you.
P.S. If I don't love you or at least know you and you bother me I WILL feed you to the pitbulls.
Here are some astrological summations. . . Listed by birthdate to protect the innocent.
3/21/62 Aires White Crystal Wind Water Tiger.
(A huge cat swimming in a crystal pool on a windy day.)
3/7/70 Piscean Resonant Harvest Metal Dog - Scorpion Ascending.
(A fishy dog standing in a fecund garden digging away, harmoniously.)
9/11/79 Virgonian Ascending Harvest Earth Goat - Capricorn Rising.
(Double Goat maybe standing in a fecund garden munching away.)
1/12/82 Capricornian Elemental Storm Metal Cock - Archer Rising.
(I see a big metal cock (rooster like a weathervane you pervs!)out in a storm like a lightning rod just waiting.)
8/22/82 Leoline Elemental Warrior Water Dog - Archer Rising.
(This one is a warrior dog with bow and arrow out to save his territory which is the whole wide world.)
I'll tell you what this all means someday when I find out. For now just meditate on the images. The second part of the sentence is the Mayan Cosmic Signature which is way way cool to get into.
I figured out how to use Zodiacal, Mayan, and Chinese astrology to create a character title. I am a Sagittarius with Aquarius rising (zodiacal), Fire Dragon (Chinese), and Elemental Night (Mayan). If you post your birthdate, and time I'll sum you up too. Won't that be fun. Then when you wonder the age old question, "What am I?" You'll know.
A friend of mine is a Capricorn Monkey Cock with Scorpio Ascending. .
I like to lay in my bed, midafternoon, alone and smoke a joint. I just went through every single baggie in my house - shaking crumbs and picking homegrown leaf from the bottoms of drying baskets. I packed it all into the cradle of my rolling tool and picked it up to commence rolling. Unfortunatly a small, invisable, demon-faery made the tool malfunction and explode. Sending marijuana dust flying to settle with the ashes, dust, and dog hair on the floor.
Overcoming this tragedy, I managed to rescrounge and reshake a new joint - really the last of the last this time. Then up to my bed I journeyed to lay and smoke.
Noon, rainy, cool, breezes blowing through the cracks in my wall. I look up through the missing corner of the celing - the space I left open for the hypothetical stovepipe of a future woodstove. Amazingly, it does not rain through this hole, it rains through the walls instead. So refreshing. The rain falling on the uninsulated tin roof strikes up a percussion rythem of pure chaos. Yes, the rythem of chaos. If I was intelligent enough I could understand. Maybe some mushrooms would help me comprehend.
The crows are calling from the maples and the woodstove hums with a warm bass roar.
I was in the process of building this room when we disassembled Peace Camp last summer; I scavenged for supplies. I brought home three wooden posts and a plywood sign. The posts became the main frame of the structure and the sign kicked about for the summer - being first one thing and then another. Unsure of its purpose, but still useful.
The sign says Peace Camp Here For Good on one side and Camp Rachel on the other. It was the main sign of the camp out / protest that took place on the capitol campus last spring in protest of Operation Iraqi Liberation (OIL). The Camp was dubbed Camp Rachel in honor of Rachel Corrie, an Olympia girl who was killed in Palestine just before the war started.
The sign eventually became an interior wall in my bedroom. My headboard. So I get stoned up here and think about Rachel Corrie a lot. A song that Elizabeth Hummel wrote goes through my head, mostly like a chant of Rachel's name over and over. Sometimes, like any song that gets stuck in your head, it gets annoying.
I did not know Rachel, had nothing to do with her, but my headboard has her name on it in enormous green letters. I can only think of it as some sort of cozmic eulogy. A head stone for a headboard. Go to Palestine, get run over by a bulldozer while protesting, get your name painted on a sign that winds up being an interior wall in some shack at The Bog. Fame comes in many flavors.
The other side of this sign says Peace Camp Here for Good. But you can't read it becasue it is inside the wall. While I was building the structure, I debated about which side to have out - Camp Rachel or Peace Camp. I hung the board when summer turned to fall and I was just trying to close the room in and I was alone and frustrated and so it wound up with the Camp Rachel side facing into the room, but upside down.
This summer I have to pull the board off so I can insulate the wall behind it, so maybe I'll flip it. Actually I know I will flip it. It will be fun to have a Peace Camp sign over my bed. This place is Peace Camp. Quiet and easy to live in and not much to do but get stoned listen to the rain and ponder. I just wish I could get this song out of my head.
It seems quiet here, but I hear that there have been some nibbles and visits to the site. This is an invitation to post comments and let me know you've checked the site out. Just click on the comment button below. Let me know that I am not alone.
It is spring and my dog is in heat and I am heading back to the woods. I have been staying in town a lot this winter, but it is time for me to return to my little cabin on the Bog. Living in town has been quite an experience, I like the shower and walking to San Fransisco Street Bakery for a latte each morning. Taking Lili for a walk and ending up downtown is quite fun too. But I miss the Bog and I miss my cabin. I miss the frogs singing me to sleep and the birds singing me awake. I miss my wood stove and I miss walking through the woods and the garden over to visit Amanda. What luck to live on the same 20 acres as your best friend. So I leave town, and make my way back into the greening forest.