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Pete’s Forward
Forward: My mom and I walked into the C&R Clothiers on Clairmont Mesa Boulevard in San Diego. I was a Sophomore in College and she was down visiting. In addition to the usual meaningful conversations, walks on the beach, and graciously accepted fancy meals, she was to intervene on my naive student life in a…
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Flipbook: The PCT at 100 miles/second
Following a plan of Pete’s, each day I took a picture of him with a disposable panoramic camera. We tried to pick a spot representative of the day’s terrain, and I carefully paced out the same distance from Pete for every shot. Pete, keeping mental track of the sequence, changed his pose slightly every day.…
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My Formative Journey Begins
This 1700-mile hike along the Pacific Crest Trail with my good friend Peter Bergman took us through the mountains and deserts of California from the Mexican border up to Oregon. Neither of us had ever done anything like this, and the journey gave shape to much of the rest of my life. I attempted narrate…
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Book: The Teachings of Don Juan / Carlos Castaneda
An anthropology student straps in for the ride of his life as the apprentice of a Yaqui Indian sorceror.
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Book: Narcissus and Goldmund / Hermann Hesse
To live by the heart or the mind?
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Notebook Song
He rode his soul down temptation road And when he got home his blankets were cold She ran out the door with a bucket of coal He said, “Goodbye my love, I’ve done you wrong.” And outside his home he wept in despair For letting his true love dissove into air He swore at his…
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Notebook page
I used to wander in the slums I’d hear the tales of prostitutes and bums Elvis sang and Susie smiled “Washburn Ave. is no place for a child.” “Who do you belong to child?” I’d just walk and watch my feet Jump the cracks and wonder who I’d meet Sometimes I’d sit against the wall…
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Silence
(11-Mar-2006 Note: I can’t remember when I wrote this, but it seems like late Junior High. My first contemplation of death, perhaps? I’ve left mistakes that seemed revealing in, but fixed some typos. I’m sure I was influenced by H.G. Wells and probably others, but it seems like a remarkably honest contemplation.) The time traveller…
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6th Grade 53
This is my last entry in my everloving journal. Last night was a lot of fun. But also last night I realized something. I realized how many people in this school respect me, and how my decisions influence theirs. I don’t know why, but it just hit me. I also realized the responsibility that comes…
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6th Grade 52
Well, I’m not supposed to write in my journal today, but when I want to it’s a shame not too. Especially when school’s almost over. I’m going to Laramie this weekend, and I’m going to start bringing my stuff over. I can’t wait. Then this summer, at least part of the time, I’ll be able…