and we waited.
its amazing that sometimes you can get a ride in less than a minute and other times it can take almost all day. today was just not good. the sky clouded over and threatened rain constantly. the cars were seldom and snobbish. i looked at easter. his hair was blowing in the wind and he looked off into the woods by the road. maybe it was a bad idea to try to do this. its always harder with two people. i don't know how well he would do if we waited all night. i feel barely in control.
so far so good though, weve made it to pennslyvania. i worry constantly. we might not make it. more cars pass us by not even slowing down as they pass. easter gets tired of standing and sits where the shoulder meets the grass. he starts picking pebbles up and putting them into his pocket. i wonder what he's thinking. or how he thinks. what on earth would you want rocks in your pockets for? i wondered what we looked like at 60 miles an hour. would i pick us up? probably not. i wondered if i was starting to smell now on the third day. two hours pass and its almost noon, easter is close to the woods now and catching grasshoppers. he tears their wings off. my arm and thumb are getting tired. what's wrong with this state? the clouds were looking even worse as noon passed us by. everynow and then i was almost sure i felt a drop. i just wasn't ready for this. not rain, not waiting, not worry. now what? easter asks if i have any watermelon. 'no.' i can't figure out why he would ask for such a random thing, but once i think about it i really would love a big piece of watermelon right now. cold just from the fridge... and that first bite is always the best. no seeds and so juicy right at the point. as you keep eating the flavor dies away with the color when you get close to the rhine. another couple of hours pass and we eat our little debbie snake cakes. the staple thus far on our journey. fudge rounds, zebra cakes, granola bars (extra nutrients) all for a quarter. cars just keep on passing never stopping. we find a soda can in the ditch and throw rocks at it. easter falls asleep when we get bored of this game... i'm always amazed at his sleeping position. sometimes i'm jealous that he can just fall asleep, it usually takes me hours. he sleeps face down on the grass for a couple of hours. when he wakes up he puts his pack on like we are going somewhere and looks down the road. i take a long look at him and then look where he's looking. down the road a white station wagon is speeding toward us. i put my thumb out. sure enough the guy slows down. he passes us because of his speed but stops just up the road. i jog down to him and after a bit of talk we are packing our bags in the back seat. as soon as we drive off the shoulder and accelerate down the road rain pours down on the car. the driver looks at me pushes his glasses back and says "perfect timing" i smile and look back at easter. he's already asleep leaning against his pack mouth open.

today's recommended mp3 - pedro the lion - i'm always the one who calls

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
-bob dylan

today's recommended mp3 - damien jurado - medication

building bridges between the cities of truths
sad simple chords
slightly out of tune b string echo's down dusty wooden stairs that creak painfully at night
my memories record
and ideas come and go like stories never told and minor chords can take you to the chorus
sad is my happy
and hope is my joy untold but it never feels right. it never felt right.



have you seen my drunken angel.

today's recommended mp3 - clem snide - my moment in the sun