~Give a TED Talk
~Sail the Atlantic on a tall ship
~Go to space
~Hop a Train
~See Bagger 293 in person
~Spend the night on a billboard
~"I make myself rich by making my wants few."(Thoreau)
~"If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we would find in each person's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."(Longfellow)
I've the heart of an artist, the mind of a scientist, and no idea what to do with either.
I live in a van. It's been one of the most valuable, fulfilling, and confidence-building periods of my life. Also one of the hardest. This is not a coincidence.
I view the quest for wealth as a game that I can't win. I believe the odds are stacked too highly against me. Those with the money-power have the money-power to keep their money-power and to take mine. I refuse to play a rigged game. I choose to be powerless. And in that powerlessness I find strength.
As much as I detest selfish capitalism, I am not in aggressive resistance against it. I merely try to live my life in a way that does not contribute to the problem—to consume less, to reuse more, to foster community among my friends. As long as I'm seen as harmless by the "powerful," I figure they'll leave me be.
I like re-appropriation. I like repurposing. I like using things in ways they're not meant to be used.
I like to make things with my hands. I don't do enough of it.
I love climbing things.
I love movement in general. Moving feels great.
I love camping, hiking, and backpacking. I love the outdoors. I love nature.
I also love big cities. I love their age. Their size. That feel of dirty, broken concrete. Weed-choked train tracks. Shelled out buildings. The undersides of bridges. Urban decay.
I guess it's not unrelated to my love of nature. For example, I saw a sign once, the message on it illegible due to rust, leaning out over a landslide "cliff" that led to the banks of the Willamette. Blackberry crawled up one leg, over the back of the sign, and draped across it, presenting a wide, lazy splay of leaves to the sun.
...It was beautiful. Urban ruins, right in our backyard. Nature reclaiming artifice. It was a glimpse into the future. Centuries from now, long after America has collapsed, when almost every bit of information known about the culture has been lost to history, this is what archaeologists will find. When tourists take expeditions through the ruins of Detroit, this is what they will see.
What an odd note to end on.