I love driving the middle-of-the-night stretch of an all night roadtrip — 2am flying down the road in a bubble of silence. Everyone’s passed out in the back. The cd’s over but I don’t want to put in anything else for fear of waking someone — I’m suddenly jealous of the silence. So I zoom along, rummaging through the clutter of my brain noise, listening to that radio station in my head that plays nothing but snippets of songs all mashed together like an ADHD cd changer on permanent shuffle — the one that only plays when I’m alone and it’s quiet.
There always comes a point where I’m hurtling through the night trying desperately to keep the car between the lines. I’ve forgotten about my passengers because they’ve been quiet for so long and the road has expanded until it becomes the only thing I see. Glassy eyes and clammy hands on the wheel.
And then the sun comes up and pokes through the road hypnosis. He feels like an intruder. and like my best friend. ‘Cause I’m out of coffee, I’ve gotta pee and it’s someone else’s turn to drive.
Goddammit, Rob! why don’t you just put my name right in it, you bastard?!
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): I think you should be removed from civilized society for a while. You’ve gotten too tame; you’ve been hypnotized by the conventional wisdom. If I had my way, you’d be temporarily relocated to your very own wild kingdom. Picture a thousand acres of natural beauty where you’d be excused from all the artificial rhythms and soul-sucking customs you have become far too accustomed to. Imagine what it might be like to let the animal within you run around and play. I’m reminded of a phrase by Jungian storyteller Clarissa Pinkola Estes: “homesick for wild knowing.” That’s what you are, Leo.
(Apologies for reporposing your content, Mr. Brezsny.)
“homesick for wild knowing” That sounds positively intoxicating.
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It’s quite simple, really. After playing one’s set, one does not pile one’s gear in front of the stage. If one must do so, one must immediately load the gear out and put it back in one’s van. This gear transferral is to be completed before the next band is finished setting up. It is extremely impolite for one to load said gear out while aforementioned band is playing their set.
The short version: Get your shit off the stage and out of the way before the next band goes on. If you are a slack bastard and can’t get it done, leave it alone. You’re already rude, don’t make it worse by being a distraction, too.
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Here’s the front page for NASA’s Visible Earth project.
Visible Earth
Oodles ‘n oodles of rad pics…