...ditto...Sorus wrote:Have a safe trip home, everyone.
...and until next time, fare thee well.
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Cagliostro
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Wow, Seafest is pretty much over now and the gutted feelings I felt last weekend begin for the main players. I thought it felt something like the scene at the end of Braveheart where the pull out his guts and he screams something about "Freedom!" Anybody else feeling/felt that?
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Time is a waste of life
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Yup, exactly like that, Cag. 
You are gonna be in *such* trouble when Sea gets to an Internet connection...CovenantJr wrote:Your right arm may have been cut off, but take heart that it can always navigate its way back, and until then it's cheerfully giving airport pedestrians the finger.
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Nooo, not really,, I feel/felt more like,,, being run over by a steam roller,,yea,,a steam roller,,and not the kind with a smooth surface on the 10 ton wheel,,but the kind with the " knobby" wheel..the metal grinding churning tear up and devour knobby 10 ton wheel steam roller..yeaaa..I guess I'm lucky I only spent one day with them..Cagliostro wrote:Wow, Seafest is pretty much over now and the gutted feelings I felt last weekend begin for the main players. I thought it felt something like the scene at the end of Braveheart where the pull out his guts and he screams something about "Freedom!" Anybody else feeling/felt that?
If she withdrew from exaltation, she would be forced to think- And every thought led to fear and contradictions; to dilemmas for which she was unprepared.
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Just got back from dropping Cov off at the airport. My apartment feels very empty without him. Even Moose seems a little subdued and is currently looking a bit forlorn. Perhaps it is just a reflection of the way I feel right now. 
Now if I could just find a way to wear live bees as jewelry all the time.....
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heres a antidote for PSDS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=icr71H1nb3Q
aah man,,even that brought tears..man...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=icr71H1nb3Q
aah man,,even that brought tears..man...
If she withdrew from exaltation, she would be forced to think- And every thought led to fear and contradictions; to dilemmas for which she was unprepared.
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She may not have driven for ten years, but she remembered the etiquette.CovenantJr wrote:Your right arm may have been cut off, but take heart that it can always navigate its way back, and until then it's cheerfully giving airport pedestrians the finger.
Have a safe trip home, everyone.
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So I've plummeted headlong back into the reality of my life; and I'm jet-lagged; and I'm maudlin.
After almost a three hour delay at Sydney before catching my plane back to Melbourne, Mr Seareach picked me up and I spouted tales in the car while listening to Chris Whitley (which, Luci, he loves...but somehow it just wasn't the same: me sitting on the wrong side, and there was no you there singing, no vistas rolling by, no golden hour).
Son of Seareach was glad to see me but not that over enthused. I understand that.
Showed photos of my adventures to those who would look (thanks so much for the disks Jenn), unpacked my bag and waved my blue sneakers about (whose soles were red from Grand Canyon dust), gave SoS his presents, marvelled at the state of my house which (thanks to my mother) is cleaner than it's ever been.
...but it hit me when I went out to have a smoke, sitting at my usual place on the stairs of the back porch. That's when I realised I'm back on the other side of the world, far away from all those adventures I had, far away from all you who I love so dearly...
...but I am jet lagged...
It was a wonderful ride--"worth the price of the ticket" as someone said to me the other day.
I think I'm going to go off and defrag for a day or two and hopefully then I'll be thinking again that the glass is half full. At the moment I feel kinda empty and all that kinda philosophical stuff just doesn't console me. I've had my last Camel cigarette; and the double bubble just doesn't seem to taste so good sitting at home here. I crave buckersaurus, a rant or two, a crummy hotel room and the promise of another day on the road when I get up in the morning....
Gosh, I'm turning into a sop. Time to go to bed.
But before i go: for those who have pm-ed me about Albuquerque and me meeting the man himself, I just wanted to say that I entirely understand the curiosity. He is, after all, the person who brought us all together (as a watcher recently said to me). However I won't be really talking about that. I love you all dearly, but I tend to keep precious that which is precious to me; and I didn't really meet the man you know as SRD. I was just catching up with an old friend. [...although I'm surprised no one ever told me what an absolute bastard he is... 
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After almost a three hour delay at Sydney before catching my plane back to Melbourne, Mr Seareach picked me up and I spouted tales in the car while listening to Chris Whitley (which, Luci, he loves...but somehow it just wasn't the same: me sitting on the wrong side, and there was no you there singing, no vistas rolling by, no golden hour).
Son of Seareach was glad to see me but not that over enthused. I understand that.
Showed photos of my adventures to those who would look (thanks so much for the disks Jenn), unpacked my bag and waved my blue sneakers about (whose soles were red from Grand Canyon dust), gave SoS his presents, marvelled at the state of my house which (thanks to my mother) is cleaner than it's ever been.
...but it hit me when I went out to have a smoke, sitting at my usual place on the stairs of the back porch. That's when I realised I'm back on the other side of the world, far away from all those adventures I had, far away from all you who I love so dearly...
...but I am jet lagged...
It was a wonderful ride--"worth the price of the ticket" as someone said to me the other day.
I think I'm going to go off and defrag for a day or two and hopefully then I'll be thinking again that the glass is half full. At the moment I feel kinda empty and all that kinda philosophical stuff just doesn't console me. I've had my last Camel cigarette; and the double bubble just doesn't seem to taste so good sitting at home here. I crave buckersaurus, a rant or two, a crummy hotel room and the promise of another day on the road when I get up in the morning....
Gosh, I'm turning into a sop. Time to go to bed.
But before i go: for those who have pm-ed me about Albuquerque and me meeting the man himself, I just wanted to say that I entirely understand the curiosity. He is, after all, the person who brought us all together (as a watcher recently said to me). However I won't be really talking about that. I love you all dearly, but I tend to keep precious that which is precious to me; and I didn't really meet the man you know as SRD. I was just catching up with an old friend. [...although I'm surprised no one ever told me what an absolute bastard he is...
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I'm glad to see that you've made it back, Sea. 
I understand that CovJr is still in transit, having spent the night in Chicago. It's a grand morning where I am, a few miles outside Chicago. Good flying weather, it looks like. So, a safe final leg to him as well as he heads home.
I'm not good at writing codas so just I'll sum up my experience by borrowing from Sea's Irish saying: It was grand!
I understand that CovJr is still in transit, having spent the night in Chicago. It's a grand morning where I am, a few miles outside Chicago. Good flying weather, it looks like. So, a safe final leg to him as well as he heads home.
I'm not good at writing codas so just I'll sum up my experience by borrowing from Sea's Irish saying: It was grand!
Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one.
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Sleep well Robyn. I am lifted by your Seafest experience. Yes, the freedom of the road has a way to providing some answers to the great mystery. I'm not seeing an end to " Seafest." It continues in whole different dimensions that transcend time and space..
I look forward to the expression of it.
I look forward to the expression of it.
If she withdrew from exaltation, she would be forced to think- And every thought led to fear and contradictions; to dilemmas for which she was unprepared.
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I think I'm going to go off and defrag for a day or two and hopefully then I'll be thinking again that the glass is half full. At the moment I feel kinda empty and all that kinda philosophical stuff just doesn't console me. I've had my last Camel cigarette; and the double bubble just doesn't seem to taste so good sitting at home here. I crave buckersaurus, a rant or two, a crummy hotel room and the promise of another day on the road when I get up in the morning....
thats a poem!!
i know i haven't written much about this trip. i know i should have been
documenting. i had planned to write every night we were on the road
but it seemed like everynight when we'd pull off onto an exit to look for
a room i was so beat that all i wanted to do was sleep. so i didn't write
anything in the little book i bought to write in except Cag's address.
and that makes sense to me.
i had to be far away from kentucky to write about it.
i have to digest the experience, work it all out in my head.
all the hotels run together in my mind. i can't remember where i
bought the sheriff hat or where the whoa bed was (but i think it was
the bed before denver cause i remember telling the whoa story to
the denver festers)
i'll write about it all later, when i've digested, when it doesn't make
me cry to do so.
for Sea, i'll just say these last few things;
whoa.
hurrrrrry uppppp.
miss jane miss jane yer pulling my leg!
i am not a woman, i am the QUEEN!
bucky's
buckasaurus
speed limit's sixty-five, louise.
whoa.
next year, thelma & louise do australia!
you're more advanced than a cockroach,
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
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lurch
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Cindi..you took a lot of PIC s ,,right? I'll tell ya,,you are going to cry every time you look at 'em...There is no escape from those PICs. So..don't be afraid to allow us to share a tear or two with you..Thru the tears , every thing will be seen as alright.
If she withdrew from exaltation, she would be forced to think- And every thought led to fear and contradictions; to dilemmas for which she was unprepared.
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yeah...urg. pics. theres 603 of them. i'm uploading to photobucket now. this could take a while. heh.
(ps...lurch...it's C Y N D I. )
(ps...lurch...it's C Y N D I.
)you're more advanced than a cockroach,
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
