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Seattle in a truck 


I arrived in Seattle less than two weeks ago and thus far I have a job, friends, and a car to sleep in. The job I got on my second day in town, my best friend is the first person I met in town, and the car in my friends car. The car is a lifted truck by which I have made a bedding in the bed and sleep fine. I don’t have any forms of identification and going from a non-identified person to an identified person is not easy to do in the US and aside from all the tedious amount of running around to different government buildings, I am doing fairly fucking awesome. I know almost nothing about this city which makes a large part of my experience completely novel and so I am like a baby that has learned how to use the bus system. It’s kinda fucking great.

The first thing I did after getting off the bus in Seattle was to head down to the pedicab garage to get a job. I have worked pedicabs all across the country and know how easy it can be to get a job. In most cities there is a licensing process and maybe a letter of hire, but here in Seattle it was a process of getting on a bike and going out to make money. All anyone would have to do would be to find the manager and you got yourself a job. The first weekend of working cabs we worked a Huskies football game. There was quite a bit of bitching about how cabbers did not make enough money but we all bought beer and got drunk that night. I was tired but happy that night.

Downtown Seattle you can find me on the waterfront most of the time. There are only a few bars that card regularly and without i.d. I am unable to join the mainstream of people that frequent the weekend barseen but I still frequently go out for drinks and explore the old brick buildings that remind me of St. Paul. Got punched in the head the other night in a mosh pit at a punk rock show. It was awesome. Dude Juicy Karkass rocked all of our worlds. Other than that it’s been city car adventures and hanging out with the dudes.

In the evening there is a regular crowd of dudes drinking beer outside the pedicab garage. We are talking about 5-10 pedicabbers who are in their mid thirties and just like talking. Most of them live out of a truck or van and I found myself at home on the first night. We trade a lot of stories and it’s fun to hang out with them and get drunk but no chicks gets old quick and so I am working on branching out and doing my own thing a lot of the time.

Apparently Seattle has one of the largest populations of people that live out of their vehicles. This is exactly what I am looking to do. I found a great deal on a Subaru Outback and will buy it as soon as I have enough money. The weird part about having enough money is that I do have enough money but the bank won’t let me access all of it without i.d. so at the moment I am withdrawing 300 a day until I have enough. It should be by the end of the week.

Back to the beginning; moments after getting into Seattle I met a guy that is working on a bus. After a bit of chit chat through a window he invites me up and shows me his projected home. This guy buys busses and then lives on then while he does the seats, tile flooring, cedar ceiling, a kitchen, bathroom, the works. After he finishes the bus he lives and tours out of it until he finds a buyer. This is the guy that is turning into my best friend here in Seattle and constantly he is making me want to buy my own bus. It’s a tricky situation at this point for the reason of me not really know what I want to do with my life…

We all could feel the first day of fall two days ago. Most of the cabbers are not fond of Seattle winters and the back of the truck is getting cold at night which makes me wonder what I will want to do for this coming winter. I have two options in mind that I will lay out before you. I want to hear what y’all think.

1. Live in Seattle for a few months then sell the Subaru and dip out to Australia like I had originally planned. Australian adventure!

2. Stay in the states. Buy a bus. Prepare for pedicabbing the festival season this coming season. Build a bus, build a cab, start stocking up on the deemsters, get connected with the pedicabbers in charge of the festivals.

Life is great. We can manifest anything we choose. It takes work but with goals so grand can’t really do anything but be compelled into action. Almost like something greater has taken control of our bodies and, like puppets we guided to sacred places. 

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Mad liberation

After meditating in the streets of downtown Phoenix for I found myself doubting the dis-contentedness with society that inspired action in the first place. Rebellion against the routine of a society that has found itself comfortable living with sickness and catastrophe. Is the world so dull that we need public mediators to wake us up? Is it not beautiful already? Thoughtfully; the contradiction is true. Looking around I see a striving population of loving people who enjoy their lives and are involved in a passionate race for the better world. At the same time I can feel the restlessness that rides along with the human condition. We are cursed with the knowledge of all the ways in which we fail to live the lives we know we should.

We build cities for ourselves to be closer together and in these cities we spend our time alone. Is it cunning conditioning to make us more efficient slaves, or is there something waiting for us to pick ourselves out of the fog and meet them in dancing places? Reality is not a forgiving. You are not a special and unique snowflake. Some of us will climb higher than others and its no ones responsibility to climb but your own. I ask myself why I could not be stronger?

I have always been on the side of self overcoming rather than self acceptance and perfection is a strenuous and lofty goal. It has never been easy to live up to my own standard but today I am making great leaps forward. I have uncovered more of the movement that I yearn for. Social freedom and the people that are redefining taboo. I can play a fantastic role in this movement which accepts more people empowering them to a greater degree. This is the movement that will take the world and soon it will be the norm.

On the liberators international a guy addresses an emotionless subway about their ways and asks them to start a dance party with him. Everyone dances. There is another instance of this guy addressing working professionals on the street and challenging them to have a dance party with him in a city park and the people love him for it.

When I was young I loved to read fantasy books like The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and I especially loved Lord of the rings. During my darker years as a late teenager I yearned to escape into one of these worlds and stayed in a fantasy of hopes and dream. When I finally did look into the world I found it. Its out there I say just go and look. There are people that can bring you into worlds you would not believe. 

Obviously open. Penetratingly vulnerable. Emotionally expressive. These are the values in the world of tomorrow because in the end, it is impossible to have a great life unless it is a meaningful life. And it is very difficult to have a meaningful life without meaningful values. Perhaps, then, with hard work, you might gain that rare tranquility that comes from knowing you’ve had a hand in creating something of intrinsic excellence that makes contribution. Indeed, you you might even gain that deepest of all satisfactions: knowing that your short time here on this earth has been spent well, and that it mattered.

The best of times

I think a lot, about the difference between apathy and contagious ecstasy. About the difference between being in unaffected emotionally by loved ones, and the first moments of being reunited with an old friend after a long trip. About the difference between a heavy boredom that weighs one down to the point of sleep, and those moments when one can simply look at a tree and exclaim “What a nice tree!”

As humans we create mental habits and after we fall into a comfort zone we rarely attempt to escape that comfort zone. What then happens is a process known as hedonic adaptation. Philosopher and poet Jason Silva says “We have eyes that see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.”

Depression, boredom, and apathy are deplorable word we use to describe a deplorable existence. The question is; how do we shape our lives in such a way as to elicit experiences of passion, wonder, and ecstasy?

Escape the mental habits and experience something new. Scramble the self temporarily so that new thoughts can invade the brain. When the mind is confronted by something of immense power (thunderstorms, charismatic leader, moral virtue or beauty) we place ourselves in a perspective compared to said object and are humbled in comparison.

There is a biological advantage to being awestruck. It drives us to new heights in order to attain this sort of ecstasy. A study done at Stanford explained that persons who more frequently experience awe believe themselves to have more time and thus are less rushed in their daily lives. These people have less stress and greater satisfaction in life on the whole. They are also more driven as they find greater purpose in their lives that in continually redefined during moments of passion.

So find these experiences of such perceptual vastness that our mental operating systems are forced into expanding their models of the universe. In these moments we make the brain upgrades by refiguring what was once thought possible, and by opening up our thoughts to new possibilities.

This is what it’s all about and the great part about it is that it’s everywhere. A deep connection with a friend, a good and close look at a bumble bee, or a shirtless rampage through a thunderstorm. Whatever it takes, get there.