Seeking travel companions for road trip not yet fully planned out, but with a general outline something like this: NC > San Francisco > San Jose > Pacific coast highway (1) through Monterey, Carmel, Pismo Beach, santa Cruz and other intervals along the route to the final destination of san Diego. From there, there is the option of crossing (walking into) Tijuana for a time. Rosarito beach is twenty min from there as well. Then 40 east outta Barstow back to NC.
If the entire thing could be done in less than a month but longer than two weeks, that would be ideal. Accommodations would be motels/hotels and camp grounds. Travel would be in my acura, a luxury sport sedan so four people could do it comfortably, but there’d be space enough in the trunk for only four packs… so you can’t bring suitcases and shit.
I’d want to do this by the end of fall. If it came together, I’d pick up whoever from RDU and we’d hit the road from there. You’ll need at least a couple grand to do this right. I mean right right, where you aren’t counting your last dollars three weeks into it. On the other hand, if you’re broke, we others might be able to foot the bill.
Toss the idea around in your head this summer, and believe me, once you’re south bound on the Pacific coast highway with the sun roof open listening to ‘cruel summer’ by bananarama - your only regret will be that you hadn’t done it sooner.
But I gotta go through San Jose for a bit of nostalgia. Some cool places I roamed when I was 15. Wanna see what’s become of the areas.
yeah this has to be the spot, although the golf course threw me off for a minute until i realized it was built in 07. they are thirty year old memories, but with a little logical deduction i conclude that it has to be it. first i remember it wasn’t too far from the apartment, and that it was down the street from where my girlfriend lived. other than that i have two very lucid memories of getting there; at the end of that street where the court is, there was a chain linked fence we had to jump to start up the hill toward the rocks. now it looks open and accessible, although i’m not even sure if it’s private property or not. i don’t think it is because the area is accessible from santa teresa park, and google maps is showing very well worn trails around the area today. thirty years ago none of that was there.
anyway this spot had almost mythological significance for us. for one thing it was up at the top of the only visible hills from the south san jose valley. that little vein of hills (basically santa teresa park) was all we had… all we could get to on foot, anyway, and none of us had licenses or cars. but that vein of hills was visible from any point in town… so it was THE mountain, as far as those hills could be called mountains.
now from the google view it looks like a cluster of rock formations. you can probably scale the relative size of the area in your head to get an idea of what it would be like to stand there. but the uniqueness of the formation was that it was perfectly suitable for a dwelling area. the rocks were so perfectly placed that they were almost like pieces of furniture of structures built for a purpose in mind; here to sleep, there is where the fire goes, here is where we sit and look down on the valley, etc.
the one particular incident i wish to relate to you at this juncture involves a story about three friends deciding to run away from home and… well, ‘live’ there at the rocks. no like literally; move in as if it were an apartment.
school was out and none of us had jobs (i was fifteen, too young to have a job), so running away wouldn’t be an incredibly bad violation. i mean the punishment wouldn’t be as bad because it isn’t like you’re skipping school or work. this enabled us to come to the unanimous decision that it would be feasible to run away… that the consequences wouldn’t be severe enough to deter us from pursuing our established ends; that we would colonize the rock formation annnnnd what… just… hang out there all day? wait we were fifteen man. you don’t think that far ahead when you’re fifteen. it didn’t matter that in one week, we’d be walking home dirty, smelling like a camp fire, sore from sleeping on rocks, hungry and covered with poison ivy. don’t spoil the adventure with a reality check.
and this brings me to the defining moment of the adventure… the one image i remember most clearly… in fact i am seeing it right now in my head as if it just happened. i think it was on day two or three that i woke up as the sun was rising and as i stepped down from my sleeping spot, i saw a sight to behold. something magical - and perhaps the cause of this recent nostaligic obsession i have with the place (i went through an identical obsession in 2014) - the feature that has given the place and my experience of it it’s mythological quality was what i saw in that field just south of the rocks about thirty yards or so. it was probably almost six o’clock (i’d guess) because the sun was just appearing east of him.
down in the field was adam, shirtless in jeans with a stick (like a staff) chasing after a small herd of deer. but there’s more. adam had his t-shirt tied around his head like a turban or something… and adam was fat. not just chubby. well just chubby in some places but basically fat, quantitatively. and he had a serious t-shirt tan… when the tan stops at the sleeves an collar. and where he wasn’t tan, he was incredibly pale.
so get the scene in your head if you can. you have to use the map image and impose yourself there in the rocks looking south at adam the pale fat kid with his t-shirt tied around his head running around chasing deer with a stick (techincally a ‘hunter’s staff’) thirty yards to the south.
here’s the thing though. that’s not even the funniest part. the deer were like fucking with him… they weren’t running away, see… they were zig-zagging around as he approached but they didn’t leave the area. it was as if they knew, collectively, that it was only adam with his hunter’s staff and they need not be afraid. or we could even play with him a little bit. get him running around and see if we can make him trip.
the housing development there to the immediate south didn’t exist either. all that was open field.
yeah, i’m sure of it. this is the place. the red dot marks the place i beheld the sight that early 1990 spring morning.
Visiting places you haven’t seen for decades is awesome. It’s like going to a place where time morphs into space.
If you don’t find anyone to go with on this site, there might be an old Greek on another forum who’d be interested. 
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Lol.
Lol @ Mick Jagger. I’ve always thought he was a buffoon too. Becker’s a little more lenient though.
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Okay, now it’s getting interesting. Go on. You have my attention.
Supreme court rules against employee discrimination based on gender or sexual orientation. Now everyone has an equal opportunity to be a wage slave. They call this ‘progress’.
special two part podcast on the charging of the Atlanta cop
podcast #43; police strikes, mayan prophecy, mayonnaise, smart black people on TV, random commentaries and reflections
Obviously we’ve only been writing for about what, 13,000 years? The 80,000 year reference wuz obviously about modern homo.
Yeah, I’m with ya, prom. The world left has gone totally insane.
No, I’m not a conservative - or an Agent Orange supporter - but the Marxists have completely lost it. If they didn’t have double standards, they’d have no standards.
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Chrono Trigger had quite a melodic, emotionally charged, non random music for it.
The whole OST is free for all and i posted a link to it.
From the docu-drama Barbarians Rising:
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Young Barbarian male: where are you going?
Older Barbarian male: hunting!
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The older Barbarian male soon swiftly pierces an enemy with an even swifter arrow, and then continues to dispose of his enemies accordingly.
Its sort of a pragmatic turn you’re making, allowing for these other powers to continue to exist.
So say you would organize such a world wide Union -
how do you invite loyalty - would you expect the promise of solidarity from others to be enough?
I am asking because Communism drew much of its power, it seems, from the tantalizing idea of becoming world-governing power representing absolute necessity, just like monotheism draws its power from that temptation.
How does a union without such metaphysical delusions of grandeur attain global interest?
Sincere question. Im not expecting it to be impossible to answer, just that it would have a lot of feet in the dirt.