The Long Way

I've been a bit of a vagabond in recent months, traveling the country in almost all directions and putting many desperately needed miles between myself and reality (not that it's ever far, is it?) I haven't had a good "outlet" for my self-indulgent little photography habit since jettisoning cargo and jumping ship on facebook back in March (it was not nearly as emotional devastating as I'd mentally prepared myself for it to be) so I think I'll just go right ahead and "share" some gems on here.

I've sidled "share" in between quotations because sharing is generally an activity which requires more than one person, and I'm well aware that at this point in Makeshift Shapeshift history, this blog is a top-secret underground agent X-9 type of deal.

Regardless, here we go:

Trip 1:
Florida. Early March. I did a lot of interesting and productive things on this R&R getaway to my friends Dolores and John's house. I met Dolores and John back in the mid-eighties through our mutual friend Harry, who as luck would have it, happens to be both my father AND their son.
We kind of hit it off and the rest is history. Anyway,
considering that where I currently call home sees snow on the ground 5 months of the year, sunlight was kind of this trip's driving force, main objective, downtime filler and the whole fucking point in general. So as you can see, i did some bike riding, did some lounging (those shells just kind of landed in my hair that way when i washed up on the driveway shore). I also read 4/5ths of a very good book by Toni Morrison, one of my personal faves. On my last day there i almost finished it but Dolores wouldn't let me take home with me, so that sucked. Also, have you ever tried to smasha coconut? I did, and it turned out a little like this: "mmf!...." boink!



Trip 2:
Baltimore. Mid March.
I visited Megan (another friend i met through Harry- she happens to be his other daughter) and
here's a photojournalistic peek into the essense of the trip:



The above photos were taken over a period of roughly 13 hours.


Trip 3:
Late March. North Carolina.
The first of three recent [potential] business trips to one of my favorite states (despite the recent Pizza Hut booger/fart scandal...I'm assuming that wasn't near the coast). I took Harry himself along on this awesome excursion, which turned out to be a pretty memorable bonding experience. Between chilling on the beach and sampling microbrews, my job-seeking, zero-professional connections, awful-at-networking desperate ass actually whored myself to high school principals at a career fair. Despite having graduated at the apex of the worst economic crisis since '29 and a major upswing in nepotism, i actually feel good about my prospects.

Bloggae

At one point in my life I was able to follow the mind-numbingly easy steps involved in blog customization so that the colors, fonts and layout were what I believed to be an authentic representaion of myself. While any 15 year old with a myspace would likely devote their damn-near entire life to getting that shit just right, I tried for 4 minutes, did not achieve the desired results and happily gave up, after which I felt nothing. This is a life-pattern I'm trying to break.

Backtracking- Prior to my untimely defeat (basic HTMLing: 1; Me: 0) I remembered the site I used to use for color codes. I used this site in 2003 roughly 7 times and it came back to me in a manner of seconds. So that's pretty much an epic win in my book.

Can you tell that I'm attempting to be coolly indifferent to the fact that I'm dipping my toe back into the theraputic waters of recreational blogging after a hiatus spanning several relatively (in relation to everything) uneventful years? This should by now be widely discernible, considering my lack of any exclamatory punctuation and utterly listless approach to providing my reader any real semblance of entertainment. You see, this is all my reverse-psychology approach to life. If i pretend to not care enough, maybe things will turn out amazingly.

In all honesty, it is past 2 am, my wrists hurt (I HAVE NO IDEA WHY), and I'm teetering on the edge of lonely. I quickly realize that the previous statement coupled with all-caps sounds like I was making a hand-job joke but I assure you I was not. Only elbow-jabbing myself for suffering from the early onset of carpal tunnel due to, lets admit it- excessive internetting.

Would you have guessed it? Well, let's look at the cold hard facts. It is 2:37 Am on Saturday night, I'm closing in on 23 years of age, and i just spent the last four hours in the exact same position in which i spent the last four seconds.

After carefully pouring the data for all of no seconds, my answer is yes. I would have.

And here, at the end, in absolute honesty, there's not much I'd rather have been doing.
Feels good.