Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
In the morning I begin another one of my road trips, except this time I have no particular destination in mind, and journey for no purpose other than the feel of the road beneath my wheels. I’ll most likely be starting a new contract soon, and wanted to grab one more adventure before settling in behind cubical walls.
I promise copious photos and interesting stories from my (paper) journal when I return.
In the meantime, I owe some answers about RDF to some folks, as well as a couple of book reviews. I just finished the RDF posting, and I’m going to try for one of the reviews, but the other, on Geek Love will never occur, I’m afraid. I found I could not finish the book.
Geek Love is a story that’s based on the human drama, played out in a circus sideshow. Unfortunately, since I was a small child, I’ve always hated sideshows, freakshows, anything of this nature. I can’t stand Ripley’s Believe It or Not, and positively loath Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe in Seattle. I once watched the Movie Freaks when I was younger, and had nightmares for months.
I have no doubt that Geek Love is wonderfully written — the reviews of it are incredible. But the subject defeats me, and I must apologetically and regretfully return the book to the library. Denise, sorry!