interesting.. good rig up.. : )
never got even close to being able to code..
my fucking word, just the trees & road bring back memories..
that looks like 44/55, down there, where i did a survey on a huge ass piece of land in.. 2004?
i've got stones & pins set in a lot of places, out there..
O, Man.. & the stone walls..
i've traveled all over the country & i have never seen walls so common or long or strong as those of new england.. the farmer's walls of ulster county are second to none..
should you ever come back, or have a chance before you split, you should go to the ulster county clerk's office.. in 2005 you could *still* handle original maps dating from the early 1800's..
they may have digitized & put them away, now, but the used to be in the old map books, down in the basement..
anyways, drink in the home of your youth, just in case you find your dearest freedom, elsewhere..
if yer on good terms with your family, they'll see you through this, & love & help you regardless of how many miles you cross.. you are about to learn & experience more than even desire and imagination can prepare you for..
it's funny.. crazy people don't even realize how hard core their fucking balls are..
be carefull, try & be wise, be cautious, be trusting, but be way fucking sharp...
if you are going to do this, mofo, i pledge my friendship to you.
you will see what that means if (or when) you ever need to call it in.
before all else, do *not* distract yourself..
do *not* fucking observe yourself.. not unless it is the sort of abstruse kind of thing that happens, as when watching bugs & ants & wondering at the nature of their consciousness..
i was lucky.
when i was a kid, there wasn't any way spread immediate experience any thinner than the thickness of the gel behind my eyes, and i assure you, every moment you spend outside of that is a moment that will not have been what it most fully should have..
at least for now..
a guitar is good.
i fucking salute you.
yer on a goddamned minibike, so maybe i should kowtow, too..
if you see Kate WestCoast, remember to do homage..
**do not measure your success by distance**
all outgoings with the minimum margins of safety & comfort are prone to discombobulation (&perhaps even destruction) at any given moment..
the thing is to say " oh fuck!!" & then do it, or something like it, again, until you have a sense of whether or not what you were fucking stupid enough to try in the first place is what you want to be stupid enough to keep trying..
& if the answer is 'yes', well.. then you have found your path to happiness..
it is just as hard to fail & try again (& just as intrinsically meaningfull) as it is to proceed from any other starting point... there is no interruption..
the point, of course, is not to 'get something', but 'to do what must be done'..
i hope yer bile takes you 19,000 fucking miles & more..
--- make sure you take decent tool set, right?
in any case, good luck, & a lot of folks here will have yer back..
peace,
c
