I’m tapping this out on my telephone, so it will have to be brief.
We just left Putney VT, and are heading west along a newly prescribed route – thank you Emily – which will take us farther South, so as to avoid the nasty weather sweeping down from Lake Erie. This won’t be the rambling two-month trip across that I’ve been hoping to make (we should be pulling in to Santa Cruz by the 3rd) but it will be well documented, that I promise. Click the flickr steam link for photos as we go …
Father
And I’m tapping this with my left foot before tossing down my marker and continuing the hopscotch tournament, so I’ll TRY to stay in my square. Thanks for the photos, thanks for the links to blogs which haven’t been updated in months. Dave disappeared so long ago, his link just leads to a page of announcements in German, French and Japanese disavowing knowledge of his whereabouts. Modern blogging in no way matches the prurient candor of the old journal format. Boswell, for example, going on at length about hiring two London prostitutes at a time, then going home to bathe his feet in warm milk, which he declared to be a superior form of sensual gratification. Or Evelyn Waugh rueing the fact that he was so beastly drunk the previous night he couldn’t even remember the look on the faces of the people he insulted. To say nothing of Pepys, or Allen Ginsberg, because, after all, what is there left to say after they’ve written that much? But since The Whole World is Watching (a reference to placards that first appeared during the 1968 Democratic Convention to shame the Chicago Police into not beating the living shit out of protestors) neither a quiet blogger or cop with a truncheon can really let loose. There really should be a parallel, anonymous blogging site, mistertoad.com, where all those impulsive, funny but uncharitable thoughts could be aired, scores settled, bon mots posted and savored, with no one being the wiser. Until we figure how the hell to do THAT, a volume of blank pages with a hasp and lock will have to suffice.
Keep me posted on the outward journey. ylf
pete
Father, I must confess, I am the author of one of the mentioned expired blogs. I assure you, though, that I will *certainly* blog about my encounters with two London prostitutes, should the chance arrive. However, it won’t be done on the journal linked on this blog, as that is surely as dead as MJ’s baseball career.
Nate
My god! He’s right! The link has been updated, and the dead deleted.