Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Fuck this shit...I'm going surfing. This weekend I'm loading up my camper and heading over to Santa Cruz to get some waves and camp under some big trees. I have no clue if I can even surf. My squat is pathetic, so it might not work so good. Maybe more of a couple days of kneeboarding, but at least I'll be floating. Floating and chumming in cold, shark waters. I'm barely able to touch my knees these days so I'll need to find a way to make it work. It'll be the 4 month birthday of me writing large checks to my orthopedic surgeon. And it will be the 4 month plus 1 week anniversary of my last surf. I can't think of a better way to celebrate.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Today I finally hopped inside an isolation tank for the very first time and got weird. It only took me something like 25 years to get around to doing it. Somewhere back during the 1980's, I watched a movie named Altered States which was about some scientist who spends time in an isolation tank. The movie was shitty, but it helped spark my interest in getting outside my head. Drugs are what I used for a long time to accomplish this, but eventually I realized Dead Shows weren't the answer. Jumping in the tank today reminded alot of the best, most successful mediation sessions I've experienced. But it was no balls-to-the-wall hyperspaced DMT trip. What seemed like 10 minutes of floating through a dream ended up being over an hour. I came out pretty chill and relaxed. And since I had already driven an hour south to Stateline, Nevada, I decided to make the leisurely clockwise loop around Lake Tahoe on my way home. Prety cool experience and I'll need to float around more to form an opinion as strong as Joe Rogan.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
A couple days ago I spotted a gorgeous smelly hippy cosmic cruiser outside a casino, which sparked my interest to check out some local culture. I seem to have a lot of downtime still due to my Curious Case Of Jeff Wirtanen body. Today I cruised down to the Nevada Museum of Art, but it was closed. No biggie, I'll check out some vintage rigs at the National Automobile Museum which was just a few blocks away. Damm they got some cool old rides inside there. Lots of aero, chrome, horsepower, radical ideas, and silky smooth lines. The building was filled with rare old cars and old people. I fit right in. Worth the $10. Last bus out of Burning Man