There's an Aussie on the premises.
The majority of our bang gang has started working at camp. It is titilating to see Sarah, a first time counselor as well as first time camper alive with its excitement. Yes, I got the note on the legal pad about sports and games. Here are the keys to the pontoon boat. Checks come on the 15th and the 30th of each month.
It's pretty sweet. It is. I'm not sure why those creeping demons of american engineering keep screaming in my peace. You will not be taken seriously. This cannot be a profession. Where's the money. The importance. The flaming suit and the tv interviews. Brynna said she would change the world. She understands we all say that. But she understands and is fully comfortable with the fact that her means of doing so come by "finger painting with retarded kids and making them happy".
Friday, May 30, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
looking it over
I'm supposed to write about what i've done each day. Thankfully, i've had a few less than i did last night, so perhaps details will abound and convoluted pieces of think will put their feet up for an hour or two.
There's a dog next to me. Candace's dogface, Diliah Dee. She's chocolate colored, with a few white spots in between her shoulders. Two black nails on her left paw, three on her right. I think her ears are clipped...like cat ears. Big amber eyes, and a pit snout, where all the hair is rubbed away to show brown freckles around her nose. Wide set jaw like Luke Wilson. She reminds me of a pig, but i can't say why. She rode with Kent and I out to Opie's Kitchen on little grassy lake where we climb. Her back legs on the blue blanket in the back seat, her face on the console in between us. She's quiet. Kent says that the more human behind the eyes, the smarter they are. I think that also goes to say a little something about some people i know.
We climbed a little. Told Kent that there are less trials of error when you're more of a cocky asshole. I traversed the far rock we found when we first came out there in two trials. Maybe being cocky presents you with the challenge of having to put your ass where your mouth is.
Green abounds since the last time I was out there. The forest floor is covered with heart shaped leaves, some organically shaped puzzle pieces, the compass plant that apparently sends its leaf points out in direction towards the four navigational points. I argued that North was indeed not the direction that Kent suggested earlier. I often stand against his opinions just for the sake of it. I don't argue, i just disagree without reasoning. Mostly because i have no clue of things so concrete.
We ate hefty sammiches at the base of the Rocky ledges waterfall across the road. Everything bread, LTOP (lettuce tomato onion) chicken, turkey, veggie cream cheese and a careful blend of ranch dressing and mustard so that the tartness of the mustard didn't take it all to itself. Diliah rolled around in something decaying and drank the stagnant water by our feet.
We walked the trail. Rocky ledges is, from what Kent tells me, the most sought out trail in Southern Illinois, due in large part to its dense and diverse wildflower population. I learned about a CCC project that started in the 30s which explained the dense softwood pine growth along the trail. We argued whether these regions were once underwater. Again, no sound reasoning. I just thought that once this was true.
Brian and Kathleen were having a surprise baby shower for Kathleen's second kid. When i arrived, people were sniffing at brown masses inside numbered diapers. Different brands of melted chocolate bars filled the bouquet. Guess what baby ate, get a prize. I don't know these people, barely know Kathleen and Brian, so its awkward standing there listening to B&K trying to guess each others answers to random questions (when did you find out K was preggers, where did you last have lunch together, what percent of the time does B clean the house) while their friends made bets on how many they would correctly match. Everyone undershot. Me, 14/20. I won.
It's nice to be around them hippie trendy young adults with kids. Keeping it real and not chasing tail or throwing up off the porch. I know nothing is different, we just take on different appendices...babies, houses, jobs, cars. We talk about how much they charged us for the garbage can at Bed Bath and Beyond or what wall color we just put up last month. But hell. Better that than a slurred blurb or the stammer of "fuckin..." interjected between every other word as we search for the next. I'm ready to get up early and get to bed the same. I dunno about babies, but I'm ready to pretend that adult thing. In moderation. You know what I mean.
As of now, I found some Boards of Canada, thought of Jodo. Ate some edomome drank some water. Tried to change my default password on my wireless because ACE1335 is stealing it, i swear. thought about going out for tomato juice. thought about what next.
There's a dog next to me. Candace's dogface, Diliah Dee. She's chocolate colored, with a few white spots in between her shoulders. Two black nails on her left paw, three on her right. I think her ears are clipped...like cat ears. Big amber eyes, and a pit snout, where all the hair is rubbed away to show brown freckles around her nose. Wide set jaw like Luke Wilson. She reminds me of a pig, but i can't say why. She rode with Kent and I out to Opie's Kitchen on little grassy lake where we climb. Her back legs on the blue blanket in the back seat, her face on the console in between us. She's quiet. Kent says that the more human behind the eyes, the smarter they are. I think that also goes to say a little something about some people i know.
We climbed a little. Told Kent that there are less trials of error when you're more of a cocky asshole. I traversed the far rock we found when we first came out there in two trials. Maybe being cocky presents you with the challenge of having to put your ass where your mouth is.
Green abounds since the last time I was out there. The forest floor is covered with heart shaped leaves, some organically shaped puzzle pieces, the compass plant that apparently sends its leaf points out in direction towards the four navigational points. I argued that North was indeed not the direction that Kent suggested earlier. I often stand against his opinions just for the sake of it. I don't argue, i just disagree without reasoning. Mostly because i have no clue of things so concrete.
We ate hefty sammiches at the base of the Rocky ledges waterfall across the road. Everything bread, LTOP (lettuce tomato onion) chicken, turkey, veggie cream cheese and a careful blend of ranch dressing and mustard so that the tartness of the mustard didn't take it all to itself. Diliah rolled around in something decaying and drank the stagnant water by our feet.
We walked the trail. Rocky ledges is, from what Kent tells me, the most sought out trail in Southern Illinois, due in large part to its dense and diverse wildflower population. I learned about a CCC project that started in the 30s which explained the dense softwood pine growth along the trail. We argued whether these regions were once underwater. Again, no sound reasoning. I just thought that once this was true.
Brian and Kathleen were having a surprise baby shower for Kathleen's second kid. When i arrived, people were sniffing at brown masses inside numbered diapers. Different brands of melted chocolate bars filled the bouquet. Guess what baby ate, get a prize. I don't know these people, barely know Kathleen and Brian, so its awkward standing there listening to B&K trying to guess each others answers to random questions (when did you find out K was preggers, where did you last have lunch together, what percent of the time does B clean the house) while their friends made bets on how many they would correctly match. Everyone undershot. Me, 14/20. I won.
It's nice to be around them hippie trendy young adults with kids. Keeping it real and not chasing tail or throwing up off the porch. I know nothing is different, we just take on different appendices...babies, houses, jobs, cars. We talk about how much they charged us for the garbage can at Bed Bath and Beyond or what wall color we just put up last month. But hell. Better that than a slurred blurb or the stammer of "fuckin..." interjected between every other word as we search for the next. I'm ready to get up early and get to bed the same. I dunno about babies, but I'm ready to pretend that adult thing. In moderation. You know what I mean.
As of now, I found some Boards of Canada, thought of Jodo. Ate some edomome drank some water. Tried to change my default password on my wireless because ACE1335 is stealing it, i swear. thought about going out for tomato juice. thought about what next.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
well there's that. we have that.
a wise woman told me i should keep a schedule. she told me a lot of things over the years, the same years that i've managed to keep thoughts secret and aloud on a page where everyone can read if they wish. he wondered what it meant that they could.
i forget without reminder that things were once easy. easier. why? because there were less thoughts. not so much of big life and big bills and big dreams we chase down paths we're brought up to realize as paths. i forget with learning, there comes a change of contrust. construct. i meant.
life presents itself in an metric shit ton of generic terms. i'm supposed to learn lessons, don't know when i'm learning them, what i'm supposed to make of them and forgive me jesus, never know when the day comes when action proclaims that i've learned from enough to pronounce something better to the alternative. so. what are we so worried about.
i remembered the outside today. i simply put some kids in a canoe or two. why do i struggle to defend the space it takes for a person to say hello, my name is. thank you for this.
hey, i'll do my best. it's good to be back.
i forget without reminder that things were once easy. easier. why? because there were less thoughts. not so much of big life and big bills and big dreams we chase down paths we're brought up to realize as paths. i forget with learning, there comes a change of contrust. construct. i meant.
life presents itself in an metric shit ton of generic terms. i'm supposed to learn lessons, don't know when i'm learning them, what i'm supposed to make of them and forgive me jesus, never know when the day comes when action proclaims that i've learned from enough to pronounce something better to the alternative. so. what are we so worried about.
i remembered the outside today. i simply put some kids in a canoe or two. why do i struggle to defend the space it takes for a person to say hello, my name is. thank you for this.
hey, i'll do my best. it's good to be back.
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