~Go to space
~Hop a Train
~Sail the Atlantic on a tall ship
~Spend a winter in Slab City
~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 don't want to be rich.
I don't want nice things.
I try to make do with what I've got.
I've lived in a van for over two years, and have no plans to change that.
I like using things in ways they're not meant to be used.
I'd rather learn how to do something than have someone else do it for me.
Most of my clothes are in tatters—and I like it that way.
I like climbing things.
I like movement.
I like karaoke.
I love exploring.
I love adventures.
I love the intersection of artifice and nature. Dirty, broken concrete. Weed-choked train tracks. Shelled out buildings. The undersides of bridges. Urban ruins. That sort of thing.
I want to travel more than just about anything.
I ride the line between INTP and ENTP. The NTP, however, is undisputed.