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Signs read ‘Support the troops, bring ‘em home, no more innocent victims’/ But when a homeless veteran asks for spare change, you’re too busy protesting to even listen.
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My goddess.
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Pauline: Ross is quite right. You’re in the driving seat now.
Ross: I know.
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Just some early morning, small country town ‘umour.
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fluffy
the thing is, no-one ever asks the duck if it even cares about the water on its back when it is, in fact, neck deep in water, all the time.
I swear I’m not spending my last night in the USA holed up in a hotel room, waiting on a pizza delivery, drinking bourbon and warm lemonade out of a water bottle.
Okay, I am, but only because the waitress at the hotel’s restaurant ignored us and wouldn’t seat us and a very strange man at the end of the room shouted the menu at us while I counted the diseases I’d already caught from the food, just by sharing air with it.
I do and don’t want to go home. There are places and people here that I could have stayed much longer with.
On the other hand, I miss my cat and feel really reinvigorated about my Sydney life for the first time in years.
In the end I had three quietly numinous moments. It’s enough to keep my going, and to start new things.
Driving Music: Part 1.
I’m not going to lie, I didn’t like the first Puscifer album much. Tool are amazing; Perfect Circle are an over-produced, badly bloated Tool; Puscifer just seemed…slapped together?
However, we went to Jerome…a week ago? More than a week ago? I have no idea what day today is so I can’t be sure, but it’s a strange little alpine-esque village in Arizona and our sole purpose in going there was to visiting the tasting room of Caduceus, Maynard Keenan’s wine lable.
Turns out the man takes his wine seriously, the reds are amazing and the bottle I came away with was the most I’ve spent on wine. I’m saving it for San Fran and long, cold evenings.
Puscifer also have a shop front in the village, and I bought the new album ‘Conditions of My Parole’ because I’d begrudgingly been digging the song Man Overboard.
Today I took one for a *very* hungover team and did most of the driving from Seattle to Portland and decided to take a break from the radio and iPods and hear something new and of the CDs (you may remember CDs, they are what you used to listen to music on before you guys all figured out how to get music from the Internet for free, something I still can’t do) I’ve bought in the States, I threw on Puscifer. And then listened to it two and a half times.
It’s *really* good. The packaging belies a really textured, interesting and almost delicate album.
It’s up there with Kurt Vile’s ‘Smoke Ring for My Halo’ and 13 & God’s ‘Own Your Ghost’ for beautifully depressing albums of this year.
Tomorrow I’ve set the alarm for 4:30am. It’s going to be our biggest drive yet, from Boise to Seattle, via some of the places Twin Peaks was set, where we’re hoping to drink some coffee and eat some cherry pie and cross that off the bucket list.
Driving hasn’t gotten tedious yet, moving bags in and out of hotels has gotten tedious. I feel like leaving everything I brought with me in some generic hotel room whose room number I can never remember.
Driving is fun, we’ve been listening to podcasts and music. Henry Rollins’s standup has been a particular favourite, and today I sped towards Boise, playing Tool loud, watching tumbleweeds explode against the car.
Somehow we’ve all stayed sane, despite the close quarters and the occasional wrong-side-of-the-road driving.
On a personal note, it took me… maybe five years, but I’m finally over my fear of driving and I love it again. So that one gets crossed off my list.
I drive like my dad. I like the long drives, three, four hour stretches while fiddling incessantly with the cruise control.
I’m really looking forward to the next leg of this adventure.
