Friday, December 2, 2011

Mobile, AL-- I wish I could think (do I?) but. . .


Owen James H. . . arrived 5:56am, November 27, 2011 8 lbs, 20.5" (My Nephew)
I doubt I can say much. It is so good to be back to my schedule-free life. No busses to catch, no equipment or maps or things to try to order in time to get them to arrive to someplace where I'll be. . .

I've got the maps for the Florida Trail. That is the plan. The razor scooter still is a wonderful way to travel. . . Megabus was a good way to get north and back south for less than $5. . .and I missed my 745am bus yesterday in atlanta, so I got to learn that city a bit more. . .

Every day spent in a place scooting around increases the connections and the "posessions" and the possibility of staying longer. . .

and that possibility confuses me. . .

I still look forward to getting out in the woods and writing all the people whose addresses I've collected from my last trip. . . and those who wrote back. . . (do you remember that peace pilgrim wrote letters?)

Here are some upcoming addresses:

I will be picking up mail at the following address no earlier than 12/6:
Colin Leath
General Delivery
Navarre, FL 32566
After 12/7 to 1/1 and perhaps 1/5, the following will work:
Colin Leath c/o Carolynn Patten
719 NE 5th St
Gainesville, FL 32601
Willow for share international (?) in Atlanta. . .
The muscle-y guy along the atlanta beltline, the gravel part, probably looking for sex.
All the people I asked for directions to the Quarry. . . someday to be the largest park in atlanta(?)
 
The Peachtree branch of the atlanta library next to the atlanta museum of design where they were celebrating world aids day. . .
 
Being so glad to be done with busses and the diesel. . .
yet still being alongside roads and 'inside the machine'. . .
 
I may want to be in Scottsmoor FL by 1/14 for WFR recertification course. . . we'll see.
 
My mind is empty? I hope the stuff (my scooter and pack) they made me leave outside is still there. . .
 
mobile library has the most draconian and arbitrary restrictive admission policy. Atlanta Central just sent me to another branch (they wouldn't let me bring the scooter in).  Here it is way worse and not clearly spelled out. Basically anyone who looks homeless(?). You can park a car on library property but you cannot leave your scooter and backpack on library property. You cannot bring clothes into the library. . . (in a bag)
 
some local links:
The preacher guy who was on his phone nearly the whole 6-hour busride. . .

Martin Luther King's neighborhood, where I'll visit when I go through atlanta again.

That's enough from this mind.

love and best wishes and blessings--

I went up to greenknees farm from Jacksonville, FL (where I got to on my scooter trip) for Thanksgiving. And then went to Woodberry Forest (a boarding school in VA) where one of my sisters and her husband work. That sister had a baby while I was there! (Her husband helped me find a wonderful place to camp near the challenge course; I saw two bald eagles along the rapidan(?) river. I ran for 20 minutes for the first time in a long time. . . I met phil and Linda and others. I played croquet. I found out my dad played croquet as a kid. . . and what are the rules to croquet? ? ).

I got to eat some turnips and arugula (and bok choy and lettuce and ??) that I planted / helped plant.

I got to read an amazing book:

Amazon.com: Customer Reviews: Alex Stewart: Portrait of a Pioneer

I've had so much bad luck trying to order books recently from non-amazon sites. . .
but you could try to find it cheaper at gettextbooks.com or similar sites.

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Oh-- and on the megabus from Knoxville to Atlanta I was able to run off during one six-minute stop (the only stop) and get _Middlemarch_ and a ronald dahl adult book and an ursula k leguin book from the good will at that stop for $1.50. . .

If you write me a card-- I'll write back eventually (if I get enough alone time in the woods).

And, yes, I got stressed and overwhelmed and somewhat unhappy and confused while working on leaving again at last (and was challenged by eating during that time). . . and I was able to scoot from the farm to the bus stop (I scooted the other way when I arrived).

_The man who couldn't eat_ by ranier is a book they have on display here.

enough rambling. . .

And I learned more about my family and why I am this way.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Scooting / scoot-hiking / pack scooting (with a Razor A5) & good attitude, or at least not a bad one

(I wasn't wearing my mirror due to low traffic that day. Here you can find the other photos from the sequence.)

[------------ addenda 2/03/2012:
more info about my experiences with the scooter can be found at
   http://gear.j9k.org/2012/03/scooters.html   ]
[------------ addenda 10/27: two tips:
  1. I use a Take A Look cycling mirror ($15) that clips on to sunglasses or clear safety glasses ($3-5 @ ACE or Walmart). I also now have a bit of florescent cloth & reflective tape pinned to the back of my pack. 
  2. In libraries along the way I xerox Delorme atlas pages (use the autoscale setting & legal-size paper) so I can find and take back roads and hiking trails.
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Greetings from the library in Homer, GA. I've been traveling south from Maryville, TN to the Florida Trail using a Razor A5 kick scooter. Here's an update on how that has been working.

The scooter works for this kind of travel:
  • I can carry it on my shoulder--with the wheels forward-- and walk in the woods and up gravel roads and around town.
  • I can ride down gravel roads. The rear wheel is getting rather eaten up from this however. But I have used it for Mr. Colin's Wild Ride for perhaps 12 miles and probably more of gravel road travel.
  • I can go probably 9 miles an hour including breaks in rolling terrain. I have yet to go more 16 miles in one day however.
  • People generally smile at this mode of travel. "Excellent, Sir!" (when scooting by a traffic jam outside of Helen, GA); "You've come a long way, my man." (when passed 6+ miles later by a family I'd seen at Brass Bald, the highest point in Georgia).
  • I've hitched two rides--very easy to do with something so portable. One ride was offered, the other I asked of a guy on a gravel road who I'd seen on the trail earlier-- I still have yet to stand by the side of the road with my thumb out.
Issues:
  • In the rain the brake is nearly useless. Going downhill is potentially very dangerous. Fortunately a flat foot sliding on the pavement can be used to keep speed down. Or you can walk down. The change in braking power when going from dry to wet pavement is instant.
  • The brake gets hot and wears down the wheel. Going down from Brass Bald, I melted part of my shoe and shaved off a bit more of the wheel. Fortunately the Vibram part of the sole of the shoe doesn't seem to melt (it does get hot)--just the foamish part in the instep (Merrell Trail Gloves (and the purple is dirty girl gaiters))
  • I want to get the headset tightened in a bike shop.
  • I got two metric allen wrenches to be able to tighten parts-- the handle is tall enough for me (I'm 6'3") but it is made loose so it can slide up and down easily. I try not to put much pressure on it. And I crank down on it with the allen wrench if I'll be scooting for a while.
  • I can hurt myself by swinging the foot platform into my ankle--when picking up the scooter or if the front wheel hits a rock and the back pops up. Not a huge issue but something one learns to avoid.
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Bad Attitude?

And the last post wasn't super-uplifting--or at least my memory of it wasn't--, and I've been thinking about that. I found a copy of _Don't Sweat the Small Stuff. . . And It's All Small Stuff_ by Richard Carlson. His book has helped me with the bad attitude, in particular with the tip that analyzing bad moods or bad feelings is not helpful--so just stop that down-spiraling thinking / analysis-paralysis. The mood will change.

Perhaps I'll address this more later as I have more experience watching the bad attitude and trying what I remember of his suggestions. For a week now, his advice has been helpful. I recommend the book and I was sad to find that he died in 2006. Carlson shares a bit of his struggle to have a good mood and to be a happy person--the book is a collection of some of his strategies.

The Trip Teaches / Gives Me What I Need?

I've been, for the most part, having fun / being challenged in good ways by this trip. I've been sitting for 45 minutes each day--this has been nice. I've written letters and cards. I've found books to read. I've met people--the guys who gave me rides; a fiddler, Kelsey, taking a class at the John C Campbell Folk School; and the seven University of Georgia alums/students having breakfast out along a gravel National Forest road. A guy yesterday in a Mexican/hispanic indoor flea market in Cornelia, GA. I've learned more about history and the region (I camped along a road made to force-march the first nation / Indians west on--the trail of tears--near Tatham Gap).

I decided not to volunteer with Kripalu--or at least to continue the application process--after having the interview. The size of the place and the tone I was getting & the number of staff who commute by car (nearly all?) made me want to visit before committing to be there 4 months. I've been loving sleeping outside--beautiful fall--and I don't want that or my wandering and exploring and freedom to end on 1/1/2012. When I set out I wasn't sure how this trip would go and was happy to have the prospect of an end. And I do look forward to being able to work spring season in California/AZ with Naturalists At Large--we'll see.

And: A bigger (forgotten by me) story here is that Gohkale's directions of how to stand, sit, sleep and move have kept me for the most part from being in pain. So I have not been motivated to go to a yoga center for health and wellness. . . I'm still working on making my food good out here though.

It's getting dark--I'd better go.

Oh: I updated j9k.org to have a link to my page offering my service to facilitate or support solos / sit spots. I'd like to serve others and that is one way, other than scoot-hiking around, that I've thought of.

I'm planning to pick up mail, general delivery, in Eatonton GA 31024 no earlier than Friday probably (and probably later).

Monday, October 10, 2011

Avoiding Thinking?

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I'd rather have one place to go to modify things I publish online. So I'll try having the main version be @ google docs.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

thy will, not mine, be done

2009-07-19-1013 What can I say? I'm still alive. Got a new watch battery for my $5 ironman (off ebay yrs ago) -$2.16. They let me use an eyeglass kit screwdriver to open/close the watch--the UCSB bookstore. Batteries cheaper there than anywhere. I am attached to the watch. Have never had one last and remain unlost for so long.



Did laundry (-$3). Called mom, dad, partly cause called Eric, who may walk Ojai -> QS starting tomorrow.



I could tell you what I ate. But I have yet to return to an OA/EDA mtg since Sequoia NP. I'm just doing what I do.



Went to two dance rehearsals. Hey I found a kite surfing board (my first walk out east beach bluffs) & returned it by calling a number on it. And today gave a cell phone to the cashier at the IV coop. Found under swing on Pardall.



So--got two letters from G. Ann. Downloaded paperwork from NAL job.



I volunteered a week with WYP, camping all the while. More riding in cars than in decades (since 1994). I've yet to be dismissed. I'm making a contribution and helpful. I still do some graceless things / am not perfect.



It (volunteering w/ WYP), so far, helps build confidence for doing the NAL work. But WYP is likely more tolerant / less conventional than NAL.



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I've got ebooks (Mostly from gutenberg.org) on the cell phone. Clié was retired since solio not working, but phone is fine--until winter's long nights maybe (full charge = 3 to 4 days daytime reading!!--no way (?) to turn off backlight and keyboard lighting which come on at night, but good to have to sleep then). MobiReader does well with html files (imageless, in general). Was reading _The Idiot_ by Dostoyevsky because Rbec mentioned it when I spoke to her about Ayn Rand--Rbec said it was not a positive book, perhaps like _Atlas Shrugged_.



Still have yet to finish that and (it) might be good to read that book on normal eating.



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Have uploaded more photos, but still keeping everything locked down.



So not much motive to pay the $0.25 to post.



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Laurel, one of the instructors I worked with--not in my group.



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Monica on the bus. The capoeira ista. Other dancers. Chelsie. Erin. Crystal. Silas. Kate. ? My own body. Health, teeth, gums. OralBreeze.



The 24x SB->UCSB. Spanish from Spain. Holland. Ireland. São Paulo (sp?) Brasil. Victoria's Secret. Brown eyes. Thy. Asking, Italian. To study English.



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"Hey-- that looks like smoke. . ."



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So, what do you have to tell me.



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The business of reproduction.

Creative modification.



Portable gas chambers: old cars, rvs.



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Dominique, Dan, Warren, Jessica, Gifts From Girls (eggs), Erica, Dave, Sage, NickiAnn, Lesley, Andrew. Luca, Shaw, Dylan, Ainsley, Megan, Hannah, Jack, Jacob, Max, Micah (eye), Cody (!). Tree Frogs. Crayfish. Minnows. Ainsley's Springtail. Carlos' (?)--10 legs, inch long, antennae as long as body. Knives, tracks, bows and arrows, split willow, poison oak, peeing, pooping, swimming. Mud fight. Bow fire. Flaking. First aid. And? Sunscreen, food, eating. Turtle. Dead. Logs. Fire. Drinking water. Games. Car music. . . "I'm grateful for the whole wide world!" "Darn you! Say something specific." Soccer. Cashews. Butter. Cream cheese. Cans. Eziekel bread / sprouted grain. Figs. Farm. Farmers market. Rocky nook. Don't live anywhere. Red okra. Dolphin. Dead seal. Frozen. Kelley. Gum. Humptydumpty. Dreams. Rest. Not wanting to walk. Public urination. Open fires. Shade. Beach. DoGooders. Stories. Open casket. Pokemon. Body surf. Coaching. Tully. Sebastian. Love. MJ. East Beach homeless memorial. Slovokian cyclist. Count of monte cristo. Dan fontaine "Colin, I have something in my pocket for you." Shaka. Money. Rusty's pizza(?). Obama healthcare sermon. Friendly homeless lady, "how are you?" And what should we do about our grandparents who watch so much TV? do ants sleep? Apocrypha, young Jesus' words struck them dead. Proto-masculine behavior. Pitcher. Luca woven. Photos. Let me go. Jumping. Algae. Hawk. Hook. Kate. Let me go. Fly. Sky like the roof of a tent.



2009-07-06-1800 Ayn Rand (~Eye Dollar) and Bill W./Dr. Bob (AA cofounders), their work, their contrast.



Life now carries me: volunteer for WYP.org the last three weeks of this month. Then possibly walk to QS. And NAL job begins 8/24.



2009-07-02-0600 33 and as directionless as 0.



2009-07-01-0901 Dreams. Champa C, good food. Among giant sequoias. Thy will. Teeth cleaning. Future planning. A bit of sitting.



Was desiring to be more with people. Was persisting in questioning custom by which some people spend time together. In forest solo once more (vs. on sailboat, for example). Thy will.



From the AA Big Book, a focus on submitting own will to higher power, to stop trying to be the director of life. Instead, ask to serve higher power, know what occurs is the will of life. Identify one's resentments, if any, and seek to no longer resent--



Use as mantra / prayer / mental focus phrases such as:



Thy will be done.



Thy will, not mine, be done.



May I serve others. May I think of others.



Am I right now [ / was that action ] focused on self or others?



(Self-focus and resentments seem to exacerbate addictive, diseased, mal-functioning behavior.)



"Thy will be done" seems to be the root prayer or thought, though--"Thy" signifying God, Way of Life, Dao--because often self-care and self-enjoying, nourishing behavior is willed by higher power.



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So that is all--Thy will be done.



And that has been helping me recently more than meditative or mindfulness practices to settle a fretting mind and to live and act with more peace.



And still to consider more: step four, "made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves."



What are my faults? How have I / do I wrong others and self? What rationalizations / resentments have I (made) to overlook or avoid addressing these? Consider starting with the seven (deadly?) sins.



Recent effects:

Think of Lesley (trip organizer), grandma, mom, dad, Rebecca, rather than self. How can I serve? With Lesley: perhaps be sure to have bear canister while with her instead of going without, for example. Do not make things more difficult for her. For the others: write letters while out here.



And do I stay out here until Lesley comes? Champa C's veggies, fruit, eggs, sandwiches help me be more content, not seeking to leave (perhaps I'd visit Monterey). And the sequoias, and getting to lower, warmer, tree-happy locations. Next: Lodgepole store. . . tomorrow or next day.



twnmbd



And what is my will anyway? I do not know it, have not known it (evidence: these posts?), and that is where the AA book has helped. Stop fretting about trying to direct. (In at least some important areas) You haven't been doing well (evidence: your compulsive drinking, eating, drug use, [your problem here], etc.).



And besides all that, the style and datedness of the text is compelling.



And I'm unable to finish _Atlas Shrugged_ because the Solio charger is malfunctioning (I can no longer charge my Palm Clié, but I had put a copy of the AA texts on my cell phone too, which [the texts] I read with MobiReader, which [the cell phone, a Nokia E62,] I have a light-weight wall charger for and which was the last thing successfully charged by the Solio, the day I binged on Ayn Rand, and which I was able to charge a bit more from an outlet on the porch at SilverCityResort.com yesterday).



And that text [, _Atlas Shrugged_,] may be part unhelpful to me, watering certain harmful seeds among some good ones. For example: the text elaborates that there is nothing more sorry than a person without a purpose, without--as far as I've read--presenting how one gains purpose. Perhaps the prevailing moral code [Or that of one's parents and friends. But a sister and brother go opposite ways, so it appears to be genetic.] and resulting government structure influence whether people develop a will to achieve and create [a will to produce] (and consume) vs. a will to loot and to live off achievements of others (and consume).



[_The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_, which I listened to a bit of while walking the Rattlesnake Creek dirt bike trail--hot, dusty, and recently burnt(?), with sparse trees perhaps hard-hit by the pine-borer beetle or grub--, had a bit to say about that too: For many years the Empire was able to continue to expand and soldiers could be rewarded with land, slaves, and some level of citizenship. Gibbon also mentioned that many of the rich created grand public works--such as baths and aqueducts--of use to the common citizen, and these works were privately funded (meaning 'directed by one person'?). Well, I suppose today we can say the iPhone is privately funded, though Central Park is only partly so.]



And, today, my [up to this point] hesitance to produce [and to participate]. . . (Well, that was leading to some thought related to how today's [yesterday's?] system, Rand's system[?], is also based in infinite and perhaps self- & ecologically- destructive expansion--but this may be a resentment and a rationalization. . .



Life is[?] infinite expansion, in the right ways, and the current expansion may be headed to some synthesis of Rand capitalist/libertarian production, permaculture, and Bill McDonough cradle-to-cradle -style manufacturing, among many other endeavors, explorations, and areas of expansion.)



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I resented for a while that the Solio stopped working and that, after a day of avoiding walking by enjoying reading Rand, I could not continue the reading binge and had to walk on. . .



2009-06-26-1445 [Resenting mind, body I do not know how to use.



"Do not think." do not use the mind.] Along Rattlesnake Creek / 33E19 / 33E22, perhaps near where Beach Creek comes in, maybe 7 miles from the Kern River / Golden Trout Wilderness.



Been on the trail 4 nights, after a night in Bakersfield, also along the Kern.



Was reading Alcoholic Anonymous' _Big Book_.



I did not get the teaching sailing job, mainly because I blabbed too much about not living in a house to the instructor of my 101 class and he told others.



But consider: no Lifeguard class, no sailing job; without planned sailing job, may have got UCSB lifeguard job, and then may have missed family vacation (San Diego to SLO, SD Fair, Old Globe play, Getty villa, wedding). Losing sailing job, now I'm here. I have place, time to heal. To eat less (to practice eating for nutrition rather than for entertainment and other reasons). To study. To get in shape. I believe also I'll get to volunteer for two weeks with WYP, July 20-31. I may also get to meet Lesley near Florence Lake 7/13-15 and walk that week with her.



Reading AA's _Big Book_: a big focus on submission to higher power. In many ways the book nails / zeros in on my dilemma. (How do I live?)



It mentions listing resentments as being part of one of the steps (the moral inventory?), and then looking at those resentments to see how one could do better, or: excusing the object of resentment because it is sick / damaged as one has already admitted one is.



Perhaps not exactly right, but we can reread (it's free for Palm at Memoware, $1 for IPhone at ITunes).



Resentment does seem central to my escape from life / harmful use of food. I resent that the world in which most people consider life or action as taking place is not beautiful.



It is something to be tolerated. And it barely tolerates me, I feel, at times.



But here is a home for me. My submission to the way of life, to my higher power, took me here.



And how do I decide? When I feel conflicted, I step back, no need, really, to decide. Way of Life will soon be clear.



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So, after losing that last job, I've locked down more of my online presence--this blog (locked earlier), photos, etc. Twitter still is public. I'm nearly about to experience life with no money (except $200/mo for food). 8/24 paid training for my next job may start, ojala (way-of-life willing).



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Also was reading Rand _Atlas Shrugged_ again.



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So I pray that God will use me. Pray to be used by the way of life. "May I serve life." "Life act through me."



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Below is the only other thing I've written from 20 days ago.



2009-06-06-1930 On a hillside, head in mosquito net. I visited Kate today, she gave me a hug. So changing of life is that? I've been to Three different Overeaters Anonymous meetings since last Tuesday. And telling you that, if you know my last name may not be following their principles.



I went to Wilderness Youth Project volunteer initiation. Valuable. Jess told a story about all of creation getting their missions (whom to eat, who to run from, and so on). Except the human. Something eventually whispered to that lost soul: "psst! You're here to enjoy it all!"



We played zookeeper tag. The body harm I'd done to self apparent, We walked through an area looking for things Julian(?) got from along the way ahead of time which we'd got to glimpse for 10 seconds before the walk. Before that we'd done a sense meditation, led by Jess, checking in, eyes closed, with each of our senses. Are your eyes shaded? How do they feel? One differ than other? Does light you sense change? Sound. Smell. Can you smell yourself? Inhale. Can you smell that we're in an area that has burned? Skofield Park--once owned by the Rancheros Visitadores. Showers, grilles, water. . .



Rain the next morning. Casa Franchesi / Franchesi (sp?) Park. More open space. Meeting for sb sail center youth camp intructors.



The last night I spent near UCSB was Monday? I now have an SB-downtown-proximal spot/home. Beautiful.