my best yesterday to come up with an everyday, somewhat elementary posting. Like a lot of things these days, what was before just doesn’t seem right or to make much sense. Though, If anything I guess, it was a way to incorporate a Clutch song into my trip, one that is that is ever-so appropriate.
Having since accepted the fact that, as noted, everything is different, I’m experiencing difficultly in explaining where I am versus where I was, in connection with where I am going – wherever that works out to be. Some of you have used the word progresswhich is a hard one for me to think through - but one that has forced me to think, so thank you. Yes, in terms of miles since Atlanta, I’ve moved from point a to point b, but for some reason the term forces me to think of a very complicated unit of measure, probably calculus based. Have I progressed at the correct rate?, am I behind at all?, should I speed up..? I can’t help but wonder though if that same unit of measure allows for the life changing, tweezer-details that have gotten me this far. Even more so, I guess, the term suggest a definite end – much like learning calculus, or cooking, or hang-fives, or rolling in on a vert ramp (Cheers, Halifax, I’m still amped that you did at X-games…) To think of this coming to an end – either sudden, planned or whatever, is very tough to do.
I gather some that check in from time to time are interested in “he just went here… tomorrow will be there…”, whereas hopefully the majority are interested in the overwhelming sense of humanity given to someone who has been guilty of having a Type D- Personality for a lot of years. Perhaps if I had more time, or more importantly, if I were a better writer, I could work in both angles to satisify everyone.
I was thinking about something this morning on my way out of Marathon that I want to share.
Generally, when I give out the name of this website, which is not that much, the reaction falls into two different camps – laughter, or confusion. For those of you that have taken the time to read the quote at the beginning, some clarification is in order. The title of Banana King is not, will not and should not be reserved for me. Rather, as I’ve come to understand in the five weeks since leaving Atlanta, the term is a variable, or substitute, if you will, for the countless people I have met along the way. Should I elect to substitute in its place Randy Collier from Bayout La Batre, or Sam and Sue, or Stan from Dauphing Island, or Chelle and everyone in Austin, or my hero Lester from La Grange whom I have yet to find the words or emotional strength to describe, the quote would be no less true – until I learn the importance of any one of them, and again, countless others…
Fair to say learning about them in whatever fashion they afforded me is a gift that will likely take 12 lifetimes to repay.
For those that need life hand-delivered, or set in a limit of 140 characters, the quote may still be gibberish – and that too is okay. I only wish that Jack Kerouac were alive so that I could ride to the end of the earth to ask him what he meant by it. As noted way back, I had as one of my3 million goals to try and find out what it meant. I’m getting closer.
So, yes, I am making progress.
Side note: If you’ve looked over the map of Texas, you’ll notice that I’m generally on or around US-90. It’s been said to me a few times over the last few days that US-90 is becoming the new route-66 – see the movie Carsfor clarification on the plight on Route 66. Route-66 is pretty much gone, except in specific towns. So, if you’re up for a vacation, this portion of Texas is a hot spot – at least until Walmart, Starbucks, etc make their way in – so hurry.
And, Clay, Kyle and Noel, as always, thanks for your comments I really appreciate it. To your question Noel, watching the moon set (I’ve been getting up around 5:50am ususally) in the morning, and the sun in the evening out here is life changing.
Having since accepted the fact that, as noted, everything is different, I’m experiencing difficultly in explaining where I am versus where I was, in connection with where I am going – wherever that works out to be. Some of you have used the word progresswhich is a hard one for me to think through - but one that has forced me to think, so thank you. Yes, in terms of miles since Atlanta, I’ve moved from point a to point b, but for some reason the term forces me to think of a very complicated unit of measure, probably calculus based. Have I progressed at the correct rate?, am I behind at all?, should I speed up..? I can’t help but wonder though if that same unit of measure allows for the life changing, tweezer-details that have gotten me this far. Even more so, I guess, the term suggest a definite end – much like learning calculus, or cooking, or hang-fives, or rolling in on a vert ramp (Cheers, Halifax, I’m still amped that you did at X-games…) To think of this coming to an end – either sudden, planned or whatever, is very tough to do.
I gather some that check in from time to time are interested in “he just went here… tomorrow will be there…”, whereas hopefully the majority are interested in the overwhelming sense of humanity given to someone who has been guilty of having a Type D- Personality for a lot of years. Perhaps if I had more time, or more importantly, if I were a better writer, I could work in both angles to satisify everyone.
I was thinking about something this morning on my way out of Marathon that I want to share.
Generally, when I give out the name of this website, which is not that much, the reaction falls into two different camps – laughter, or confusion. For those of you that have taken the time to read the quote at the beginning, some clarification is in order. The title of Banana King is not, will not and should not be reserved for me. Rather, as I’ve come to understand in the five weeks since leaving Atlanta, the term is a variable, or substitute, if you will, for the countless people I have met along the way. Should I elect to substitute in its place Randy Collier from Bayout La Batre, or Sam and Sue, or Stan from Dauphing Island, or Chelle and everyone in Austin, or my hero Lester from La Grange whom I have yet to find the words or emotional strength to describe, the quote would be no less true – until I learn the importance of any one of them, and again, countless others…
Fair to say learning about them in whatever fashion they afforded me is a gift that will likely take 12 lifetimes to repay.
For those that need life hand-delivered, or set in a limit of 140 characters, the quote may still be gibberish – and that too is okay. I only wish that Jack Kerouac were alive so that I could ride to the end of the earth to ask him what he meant by it. As noted way back, I had as one of my3 million goals to try and find out what it meant. I’m getting closer.
So, yes, I am making progress.
Side note: If you’ve looked over the map of Texas, you’ll notice that I’m generally on or around US-90. It’s been said to me a few times over the last few days that US-90 is becoming the new route-66 – see the movie Carsfor clarification on the plight on Route 66. Route-66 is pretty much gone, except in specific towns. So, if you’re up for a vacation, this portion of Texas is a hot spot – at least until Walmart, Starbucks, etc make their way in – so hurry.
And, Clay, Kyle and Noel, as always, thanks for your comments I really appreciate it. To your question Noel, watching the moon set (I’ve been getting up around 5:50am ususally) in the morning, and the sun in the evening out here is life changing.
