2008-08-11-1932
I may as well write to avoid forgetting where I am.
I went out to Santee on Weds (-$2.50) and camped within 400 meters of the trolley stop. Cooked, enjoyed a good meal, read some _Magic Mtn_. Got up early, rode trolley (-$2.50) to SDSU, walked to Gann's, dropped off electric toothbrush and another device, like a waterpik, but it goes on the faucet, uses no batteries--forgetting the brand name. And picked up pattern to make the pants.
Caught bus downtown (-$2.25), got 0830 greyhound/crucero to Long Beach (-$17). Made some copies (-$0.75), walked to Coast Guard, chatted with some of the others there (first real mariners I've got to talk to!), submitted MMD app (-$140). Wondered what to do. Sat still where there was glimpse of harbor.
Caught series of light rail lines to Pasadena Memorial Park stop (-$3.75). Walked to Rose Bowl, cooked, enjoyed good meal, read _MM_, got call from Mike M.
[NB: greyhound to Long Beach is better than Greyhound to LA: stop is near Anaheim st light rail stop. Easy to get to LAX, Union Station. . . LA GH stop is an inner circle of hell and surrounded by outer circles. . . No light rail nowhere nearby.]
I'd been by the Rose Bowl before on a visit to Path to Freedom (.com?) on interdependence day 2006 (July 4).
Next day, went to library, then made it out to Marina Del Ray and found Mike and family!
Today walked to Santa Monica. Visited Mike selling dates at farmers' market. Saw Emily, wearing a google shirt, who I'd met in the *being* group at Univ. of Washington (only remembered where later--not sure she remembered me. Remember writing, perhaps, that she gave gordon and I hugs. . . but maybe that was the cellist?).
Told the Organic Pastures sales manager in next booth about JM's documentary "the real truth about raw milk". He broke out a mac and got a youtube sample right there. Later, asking about what was colostrum, he gave me most of a 1 pint sample ($10/pint).
Standing around by Mike selling dates watching all the people was where I saw Emily.
Mike and I later caught bus to the Venice Learning Garden. He showed me primitive skills stuff. I then walked to a camp spot he recommended, where I am now, doing the usual.
_Magic Mountain_, by the way, is well addressed to my question to Bill: how do you find joy in doing the same routine for so long. . . The sort of answer: you don't: variety is important to preserving our sense of time and our sense of being alive. The more radically one's situation changes, the slower time goes--or the more time seems to have passed when one looks back. So years as a child generally seem longer (richer?) than years as an adult in peacetime.
I'm sure there's much more going on in the novel and in life than that.
Felt somewhat sure I'd see someone I knew from the past today. Walking on beach from MDR to Santa Monica, and 3rd St, is sort of like walking around Battery Park or nearly anywhere else in Manhattan, subway especially, a cultural epicenter/nexus?
Whatever your culture (even anarchoprim/neobeduin) you'll go through those spots at some point?
babble.
Looking forward to more _Magic Mountain_. Pasadena may be a bit nicer spot for me to hang out--may return there tomorrow or next day. There is a primitive/origin skills gathering over there on the 3rd sunday, 11/16, Mike says. I plan to be there.
May still go sailing with someone, but my 7knots crew resume may still be too odd, though I toned it down a bit.
4-6 weeks until the MMD may be mailed to Gann's house.
Then need dental letter (no work needed), three character refs, to finish application.
At the Coast Guard REC I met a young cook who had been to the Paul Hall School!
Yeah, I think my teeth/gums may now be my weak point--in terms of living the way I do.
And having this blog may turn off some captains from contacting me.
So what to I write about teeth here? Was thinking I might shut down public access to this.
Well, I'll leave it at that. Health is important though. . . Nearly primary, but after *meaning*.
(Some of) The World Is My Campground
Peace,
[note that coming to LA meets condition of being one of my fears. For someone who plays hot lava with cars. . . who walked up a hill in Vista one day in the mid '90s and saw the LA-area smog grey all around. . . the suburb hell . . . Well I'm here!
Peace,
2036]
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