Thursday, December 2, 2010

Breakfast of Champions

"Here was the plot: a flying saucer creature named Zog arrived on Earth to explain how wars could be prevented and how cancer could be cured. He brought the information from Margo, a planet where the natives conversed by means of farting and tap dancing.
Zog landed at night in Connecticut. He had no sooner touched down than he saw a house on fire. He rushed into  the house, farting and tap dancing, warning the people about the terrible danger they were in. The head of the house brained Zog with a golf club."

I read that today on a hill overlooking San Jose del Cabo, and it brought warmth to my heart. Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut is one of my all time favorites, and conversely the first book I had read by Vonnegut.

I am heading out of Baja... and I have mixed feelings about it. The weather is great, and the community is amazing for the most part. I think more then anything, I need my own place to be myself. I am living at Raices y Brazos, and though it is amazing, I feel awkard a majority of the time. I feel like most people are so open, and ready to be social. I feel the opposite, I just want my time to write, read, sleep, meditate, and so on without interruption. I do know of a squat in town, its being occupied by a street performer friend of mine, the Hoochie Coochie Man. I am going to check it out tonight.

My plans are to ride the touring bike (not a motorcycle) back east from San Diego, or buy an old VW bus/Baja bug and drive east, stopping and seeing friends along the way. I could just as easily ride from San Diego to Baja. I have a lot of farting and tap dancing going on in my head. :)
Type 2 detectives vw van, photo by Jonathan Mold

I want to give a HUGE shout out to JetBoil, the manufactures of you guessed it: The Jetboil stove. Here's the scope, if you have been reading my blog, as I know you haven't. I lost most of my hiking gear in a boat wreck a few weeks ago. I was really attached to my gear, especially the stove, as it had been with me for 5 years. I contacted Jetboil customer service after spending an hour or two typing up an email, explaining how much I loved there stove, and in the end its watery grave. Well, A rep named Whitney is sending me all the pieces to put my humpty dumpty stove back together, which is 90% of a new stove. I have nothing but good things to say about Jetboil, I will never own another stove. Take that you ultralight facists!

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