Road Trippin
Road Trippin”
What is it about the road trip that gets me? It’s not about getting away, although that’s a good thing. It’s not about discovering something new; I know that others have been there before me.
What its really about, for me, is seeing something new. Sometimes all it takes is just a different route home, or spotting something that I’ve never noticed before. But in the bad times the only option is a road trip, a real, get- out- of- my- head, get- out- of- my- state, get- the- hell- out- of- here road trip.
Sometimes you just gotta go.
I gotta go.
Last time I did this, with no job waiting, but a severance package backing me up, I needed to go. This time around, with no job waiting, and no severance package, I need it more. I no longer qualify for “HelpNet”, or any of those other pseudo-helpful psychiatric services – they just want to help you enough to get you back to work.
No, I need a road trip, a trip out of my head, out of my environment, out of all that I’m used to. I need to be surprised, and amazed, and struck by bliss when I least expect it. I don’t think I was put on earth so that I could earn income and pay bills and taxes, but I need to see something, a new sign, to show me that there’s a different road.
posted by Ginger @ 4/12/2006 02:01:00 AM
13 Comments:
Hey, loosen up.
All you gotta do is stay busy in that old farmhouse. I have spent similar periods sleeping in vans and having turf wars with bums in the parking lot who wanted to divest me of the old wreck I was sleeping in.
I am no mystic, but don't push the river. Have a drink. Read the first chapter of my Light Over Newmarket to find a character who is even more rococo.
It may seem to you that all is chiggered, but it's really not.
BTW: You sent me something that it would take a codebreaker to decipher...that's why I'm telling you to loosen up. Don't worry about eccentricity. We scribblers are sort of that way.
Cheers,
Ivan
Don't listen to Ivan (sorry Ivan - not personal) Get the hell out of your head and out of town! I LOVE road trips! And the best ones are usually alone. Although if you have the perfect roadie with you that can be a lot of fun (it takes a certain type). I don't know what it is exactly, but I think it has something to do with grounding yourself -- it brings you into such a sense of "here and now"
One of my mates in life was a true gypsy and we pretty much lived on the road for most of 3 years -- it was SO freeing. And yes we had some brushes with some bad characters occasionally, but most roadies are very cool, non-judgemental, go-with-the-flow people -- that's why they are out there too.
(Okay - sorry -- I'll do my own blog about it)
Go for it! I'm jealous!
Is the "Bunny Hop" considered a road trip? I think a road trips fit you well. Even if it is a short one, they can help you re-focus.
So hit the road baby! Let's see, spring time, apple and cherry blossums, maybe go East. North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia. Or you could hop up to Toronto, that's a real fun town. Hey isn't Ivan from Canada eh?
Toronto's great for the Hollywood North crowd and the Tourist Board, but lately, to me, anyway it feels like Baltimore, Ohio. I am too poor to be mugged, thank God.
Its gotta be something cheap, where I can camp - so I'm thinking North Carolina/Tennessee, cruisin through the Smoky Mountains...it'll have to be a short one, but I think even a few days would do me some good...
Oh - and Ivan, trust me, I'm drinking PLENTY!!
Heh.(burp).
okay - it's been driving me nuts since you published this -- I had to do my own -- you got me all fired up!
Why not try gettin on line and finding some cool outdoor festival going on that is a good road-trip disance -- you can always camp at those things and the people who hang at them are usually very cool and freindly.
Jaysus,
Don't go to Tennessee. I almost got involved in a Deliverance scene in Nashville. My Toronto accent was centering me out as a kind of "Yankee" and some of the waitresses, themselves spooked on a full moon, were saying, "What'd you-all come for?" Sharp sense of alienation.
The Deliverance scene almost happened when I came across a couple of Ole Boys...Maybe I lead them on, ha.
Sure, take the road trip. You certainly write a snapper of an essay on your road trips. But I would opine that right now, on a full moon, you can't get anywhere from here. Sit tight for a day or so. Easter. Family.
I am no New Age nut, but I-Ching says do nothing on a full moon. Wait a while.
It'll be at least a week or two - have to wait for the tax refund to come in, figure out how much I can (not) afford to spend, find someone to comfort the cat, air out my tent, etc.
Gee, wouldn't it suck if just as I was ready to go I got a job? ;-)
Stranger things have happened.
You can write though, which is more that I can say for some of the "I'm a lumberJill and that's OK" optimists out here in blogland, present correspondents excluded, of course.
For the past thirty years, I've been running away from my poor wife, with the intention of getting set up in a garret. One day, she just said f*ck you and your box of snakes and took off with a Hungarian who beat her frequently.
So I get the garret, set up the typewriter and come across a smart actress to whom I could say really cutting things and she would get it, and she'd had so much therapy that she'd take it, and well, and well. Too much information, I know.
Needless to say that the book was written later, much later. Gain the book, lose the wife. WTF.
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I think I'll be eating a different kind of Spam in my kitchen if I don't sell anything soon. Got novels up on two other websites with some critical fanfare, but I'm not sure that counts. Haven't sold a story in months...Lord Won't You Buy Me a Mercedez-Benz!
Ginger, are you packed yet? I just came back from a road trip and have mixed feelings, ranging from poor Elezabeth Smart"s At Grand Central Station I sat Down and Wept to high elation. You meet bad people and you meet good people. Met a black PhD in philsophy at a Hamilton Ont. bus station and lord, could that man talk. I just hope he was all a'priori and not a'posteriori. He was certainly csareful how he pronounced Immanuel Kant. With my luck it would be a' posteriori. Also some young chick took pity on the old and handicapped and called me good-looking, which pretty well made my trip.
Wanna get really depressed before you set off? I got something on love and loss and the professor and the blue angel theme up on my blog. Kinda plagiarizing myself again, but what the hell, if you got it and it's in a drawer, bring it out.
Time travel seems to be the big genre thing now. Time travel?
I'm so old I could be a cartoon of old 2005.
Ah road trips.
Was so nice to get home and turn on the old pornograph.
Ha.
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