o I have been journeying. into vast and uncharted waters in the companionship of trusty trusted companions.
1. I went on a mission trip. this deserves subheadings:
a. we traveled down there. we stopped in savanah georgia and I got an ice cream cone and saw SCAD. we stopped in St. Augustine and I got a hippie purse and a tilapia salad. it was a long car trip. I read Ultra Marathon Man.
b. the mission trip itself. to daytona beach. the organization itself was anal-retentive, but I painted on a pretty house all week. one of those old, big-porch houses with this old man who told us air-force vietnam stories.
c. we went to the beach. this was lots of fun. I should at this point mention the purple/red/maroon van, which was Thomas Kidd, Emily, Max, and me. I read Ultra Marathon Man because Thomas had it because half of our youth group is runners. and I love these people. implicitly. they are my trusty trusted companions.
d. max drank a lot of coffee.
2. I left the beach and the missin' trip early to go see my grandparents at their lovely lovely vacation internet-less house. I like it here and have a bicycle. rejoice! rejoice! but sad at leaving my trusty trusted companions. I guess since I left them I am no longer a trusted trusty companion.
things I have read:
1. Into the Wild. this was amanda's book on loan and I enjoyed it significantly less than Bill Bryson's A Walk in The Woods.
2. Ultra Marathon Man. I can't spell his last name because he's greek but he's Dean somebody. this was very interesting with a simple and repetitive narrative style. but this guy ran 226 miles straight so he deserves some forgiveness for narrative simplicity. and ran 100 miles in 21 hours. and did a marathon at the south pole, and the desert in the middle of summer, and the rocky mountains, and ran three marathons back to back, and and and he is the ultra marathon man. Team Dean!
3. Flowers for Algernon. I got this at the used bookstore and read it in a few hours. It was basically the same as the short story, only longer and more drawn out.
things I am reading:
o journal. o journal. I was so good. I went to the library in search of books (successful) and wireless internet (futile). I was so good. I got Walden and Dubliners and I'm reading Walden and it's like the ultimate hippie lifestyle. This is what the hippies wanted to do and couldn't because they're not Henry David Thoreau.
but then I was so bad. I went to waldenbooks and got Twlight because it was inevitable and really I couldn't stop myself. hannah said reading this book was like eating a twinkie: gross and tasty and you want to throw up afterwards. I trust hannah implicitly, so on with the reading.
I also function in it somewhat better than Thoreau did. Perhaps me reading this book was a product of Fate and chance and me reading Into the Wild, which addresses this issue of Thoreau's (McCandless's) ability to function in the modern world versus nature and how dangerous that really is, which brings a much more modern look to the whole living in the woods thing. Perhaps reading one before the other influenced me. Which is also interesting compared with reading things like A Walk In The Woods, where I think Bill Bryson got it right with nature versus society and how the two can live in harmony, and to a degree Ultra Marathon Man because it's an outdoorsy book about the low-tech art of running in the modern technical age. But whatever. I'm still on my how did we get from single cell bacteria to the internet kick. Why is the internet here? Evolutionarily speaking? At what point does tool-making become an evolutionary perrogative, and where does the tool-making stop? This is the future. But that's with and not with Thoreau at all, because while he relied heavily on tools--and human contact, too, through literature and the like--but he didn't live with tools, he lived as simply as possible.
Reading this too, I can see Ayn Rand reading this and getting her ideas. Thoreau seems purposeless next to Ayn Rand and I can see her taking his ideas and fufilling them to her own ends. Thoreau, however, was a loafer and hated to work and said so, where Ayn Rand was a workaholic and thought work and achievement through work the redeeming virtue of mankind.
Ms Nantz, that was for you. There's my summer assignment. Enjoy it while you can, cause I don't think I'll have time to read Dubliners after all.
also let me tell you about my search for wireless. No joke. I drove around in my grandmom's old truck with my brother holding the laptop on his lap, clicking "refresh network list" in the wireless network box for twenty minutes. Guess where there's wireless? At the place where we eat breakfast every morning. O MAN. But it is slow. Like super slow. Like the LJ update page has been loading for FIFTEEN MINUTES NO JOKE. the only thing that loads fast (i.e., at all) is Gmail, bless google's xkcd-approved heart. so hopefully this all reaches you. I am also updating from the front seat of a truck, from 8 to 9 at night. (From the back of a truck selling smoke-free lungs.)
I have about 400 pictures from the mission trip and assorted paraphenalia. So here's one:
us at daytona beach. (this took FOREVER to upload.)