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| hello everybody. I'm making this blog entry in the city of Austin Textas. I caravan'd here with david, josh, sammy and the NWA kids. All of them just left for Fun Fun Fun Fest, I decided to sleep in instead LOLZ. I just didn't think the line-up warranted throw'n down 80 bones, especially since I'm moving soon. I figure I could come down with them, hang out with everybody, and go to all the after parties. I think my friend Mandy Spivey is gonna pick me up and weez gonna get some lunch. I surfed her couch last SXSW but it looks like she's homeless too! Hopefully when I get my own place in colorado I'll have a space to let people crash at so I can return the favor.. to the world.
It's look'n like this weekend is gonna be pretty rad all in all. I'm still gonna see lotsa rad band and lotsa rad d00des and d00dienies. +Nate & Emily are in town too. thats double rad! Let's hang out! | | |
| So I've just moved out of the picker house. In about five minutes we're gonna have a picker party down by the river in Gays Mills. After I get my bonus check and some soom good foodstuffs, I'm off to Arkansas once again. I've got no job but lots of plans. I've got no dates pinned down but my eyes are narrowed. I guess all I can say is, I'll see you soon. | | |
| It would appear that everything is up in the air. I've known this but, I feel as thougg I like to tack down the things in my life like stakes on a tent only to watch it get carried away by the wind. [At this point, Heisenberg says "I told ya so!"]. I thought tomorrow was gonna be the last day of apples but for some unknown reason it seems like its gonna justtt.... draggg onnnn.( sounds eeriely familiar) till most of this week. ugh. I know there can only be so many apples in an orchard but I'm ready for a day when the only thing I pick is my nose. I've had a great time here and will prolly do it next year but right now I just wanna vamanos!
I'm excited and stoked about my victorious return to R & D town(s) respectivly. plans within plans. There is so much for me to, so many people to kick it with, so many tattoos to get.. I kinda feel like I'm at the starting line of a race and the dude forgot to load his fake pistol thingy... hokey religions and ancient race starter guns are no match for a good blaster by your side.
P.S. - I just got off the phone with Mary Batchelor. the Peace Corps program in Gueaea has been suspended indefinatly due to politcal unrest, she now has to decided to jump into an already going program to finish her 18 months or start a fresh program and do another 2 years. please send her some emails and send her some positive energy! (her email is maryelor@hotmail.com) | | |
| I've got roughly twenty more days here in Wisconsin. I think I'd like to go to Chicago once more before I leave and hang out with Johnny Raines and perhaps go to the Buddhist Temple. I'm making pretty good money and I'm trying not to dream all my money away before I even make it. When I make money I just think about all the tattoos I want, all the places I want to go, but I gotta stay focused. I don't wanna be broke in Colorado, dumpstering out of necessity, not out of pleasure. I guess even If I was completely broke, as long as I was in the beautiful city of Denver, It wouldn't be so bad.
Thanks for all the letters everyone has sent me, It really means alot. I love to be all sore and grumpy from clambering up and down ladders and to see that someone has sent me a little treat. They make me smile real big :D .
Today was especially brutal. It was crew pick all day, that means instead of getting a copse of trees that are yours, and you get paid for how well/fast you can pick them, Its a constant milling about were everyone just picks and dumps into the bins together until the entire block of trees is finished and the money is divided amongst the crew. You have to do alot more walking around with half-full bags of apples for less money, plus you don't want to take pee/text breaks because everyone is working so you feel compelled to work constantly with no stops. ugh.
I would attest that it feels good for everyone working together, despite the language barrier (I'm the only rookie gringo) so it's nice when sometimes the Hispanic men attempt to have conversation with me, even though its mostly....
him : "¿Cómo estás?[how are you]"
me: "good! umm uhh oh yeah bueno! bueno!"
him: "humo mota?[smoke weed?]"
me: "umm not really.." | | |
| hello everyone. I'm on day 9 of my first apple season. It's going pretty well actually. there hasn't been a cloud in the sky and the days have been going pretty quickly. I wake up in the morning and cook breakfast for Andrew and I, most of the time it's two eggs, toast and some green tea (sometimes oatmeal as well) and then we're off to another day in the orchard. Often times they have us doing the same thing all day long, so the hours just fly by, since I spend most of the time living in my own head. I often think about new tattoos, Denver, what I would do if I won the lottery, how happy I am to be in wisconsin, the perfect pokemon party or how this job could be worse. My favorite so far is eight to ten applebee's employees perpetually convinced it's your birthday, singing the birthday song to you all day out in the orchard. Another one is if they flooded the orchard and you had to bob for all the apples, that would also suck. People ask me alot how I stay so positive, and most of the time I just think about this job is key to my future endevours, and how its another great little facet to the diamond of life. Well, the lady said I have just a few more minutes so I'm just gonna sew it up right now. Things in wisconsin are pretty great. I've just been playing alot of chess, alot of Call of Cthulu ( a card game) and eating lots of free apples. Its great to have a job where you can eat the product you are working with, any time. | | |
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