What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Nathaniel Hawthorne

The heart. What a dark and disturbing place in human existence. Black... Void... Desolate...

I am admittedly insufficient for the function and form. Farming and computers and electronics and reading and writing are my domain. Logic. Knowledge. Facts. Formulae. This is the domain of my comfort zone.

My comfort lies in solitude and quiet and music. In short, I am not a people person. It's not that I dislike people, I just don't know how to have interpersonal relationships. It is bewildering to me. How do two people have a relationship?

Acquaintances?

Friends?

Lovers?

Acquaintances is a fine and comfortable concept. I work with them every day for eight or nine hours and the time is done. The occasional lunch. The occasional Christmas party. The rare after hours get together. These are fine. I understand them and operate perfectly fine within their constraints. I don't call with questions or concerns. I don't comment on any of their non-work related abilities. The relationship is simple. Not complex at all.

Speaking on the phone with someone from work; about work is simple. Topic; context; discussion; resolution. It's that simple. The only extraneous, non-work related conversation is typically filler, fluff, small-talk to fill in the empty space while waiting for something.

'Friends' is a more complex topic. Talking on the phone to someone can feel awkward, regardless of gender. I will just be chatting and then... the pause. The singular thought, 'what do I say,' courses through neurons and synapses. That pause; so awkward.

Friends. I have honestly never really had many friends; the type to go out with; go bowling or play pool or drink or call on the phone to chat. Never really had them until recently. I always preferred the company of books or computers or my own self-imposed misery and loathing. Generally I still prefer books and a computer to people. Now there are exceptions. I do talk with a few people and they understand, or I hope they do, that I am a phone-friend neophyte.

Self-imposed misery and loathing? I recognize them; I fight against them; I will win; I will not allow them to accompany me down my path.

'Lovers'... This is a word that I ponder from time to time. It is deep; intimate; and in some contexts, meaningless; void; empty. My evaluation of this word and its implications and ties and concepts tells no lies and is direct. I have a lot of healing and learning to do before this subject is truly evaluated.

Maybe this word will be nothing more that a conversation piece; shiny and polished and never leaving the fireplace mantle. Will I ever take this word off the mantle? Will it ever experience real life once I put it up there? Maybe yes, I will take it down. Maybe no, I will keep it on the mantle, polished and dusted and rarely touched.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.
Blaise Pascal

“You are my soul-mate;” “I will always love you;” “My love for you is unconditional;” “You complete me;” “I will give you the moon and the stars;” “True Love Forever;” “True Love Always;” “You are my life;” “We are joined together forever in love;” “Our souls are now one;” “I will never love another;” “You are my shining star in the swirling tempest of life;” “I cannot live without you;” “Your love defines me;” “I am nothing without you;” “You are my everything;” “Together Forever”; “I will be your knight in shining armor”

These are all euphemisms and phrases that more than likely, everyone has used from time to time. Young lovers, carving their initials with TLF or TLA in the park bench. Love notes passed in class, terminated with one of these brief statements of over-infatuation. Older, more experienced humans should know better.

Being the mutterer of many of these phrases, whether in the throes of passion or in the grip of some unseen force, I feel the right to state this: These phrases and those like them are pure and utter bull shit. They are phrases that either intend to initiate sexual conduct or just outright pronounce one's co-dependence.

Ayn Rand once wrote, “To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I."” This brings the emotion of love to a more objective level. Saying “I” and knowing what it means; it's complexity; its desires and needs; its path. Saying, and understanding the “I” is no small task. Saying the “I” requires an insight into one's self; one's being; one's soul, so to speak. It is a lifetime journey to understand “I”.

To extrapolate on this, one must also know how to say “you.” This is also no minor matter. Knowing “you” is such a complex matter that few actually view the summit of knowing “you.” Knowing this word; this other person; requires a lifetime for an attempt to even be made.
How, then, given Ms Rand's statement, can love ever be achieved? It is a trick of light and varying shadow. Perfection of loving another and admitting that love and reciprocating that love lies somewhere in the shadow of light and dark. Both must be comfortable with the lighting scheme and understand that shadows change with the movement of the participants and seasons. There will be days of clouds and rain and sun and snow. Given her statement, love can be given and reciprocated only within the context of two agreeable partners, individually and collectively. It is not black and white but an agreeable shade of gray.

Far too often I hear or read phrases like, “I will give you the moon and stars,” “I would give my life for you,” “I will give you everything you ever wanted,” and “I will write your name in the stars.” Please! How can one reasonably give or do something that is not only improbable, but impossible? And how can a being reasonably accept these statements? Oh, it sounds SO romantic, though, doesn't it?

Imagine, two young lovers lying together on a quiet beach. Waves in the distance, crashing against the soft sandy shore. Only two hearts rapidly beating. All alone, with the dark starry sky above as their blanket, he turns to her and whispers in her ear, “Stay with me forever and I will write your name in the stars; the sky and the ocean will be yours.” Perhaps this works well for romance novels and movies but in real life, this is for the most part, emotionally expressive fluff.

The promise to give something that cannot be given is simply baffling. Why would one say this? Why would one promise to give or do something for someone that is impossible? Further, why do people, thinking people, accept these false promises? I have done both and still wonder why.

What can anyone give and what should anyone expect to receive? One can easily answer this question with “Love” or “Respect” or even “Honor.” But there is an even more encompassing, empowering, albeit more subjective and individual answer. That answer is “me”. That is what I have to offer, “me.” And all I expect is “you.” This encompasses everything good, bad and in between: love; respect; honor; procrastination; emotional baggage; distaste for disco and rap music; etc...

Take it or leave it, and that is fine... I can only promise me.

Do not judge, lest ye be judged.
Bible – Matthew, 7th chapter

I have been thinking a lot about this topic recently. Within the context of an individual's life, who is the judge of that person's actions or thoughts? I have arrived at the conclusion that the judge is whomever we allow it to be. Do I let my boss judge my actions? Do I let my wife or friends? Circumstance? God?

There are many times when I simply want to be told what to do. “Do you want A or B?” “Do you want to call or should I?” “Should I do this project like Y or Z or maybe W” I feel that is a weakness I must overcome.

In life we have far more choices than we realize. Our subconscious does it's job by filtering most of these. Walking down the sidewalk, one rarely thinks, “Gee, what if I skipped, or hopped, or jumped from side to side every 21 steps.” Far too often I hear from others, “I just couldn't do that,” or “I've never done it that way before.” What bothers me is not the fact that I hear others saying these sorts of things; it's that I say these sorts of things as well.

And so what if I decide to skip from my car, through the parking lot, into the office? I will not be written up or fired for it. I will probably not hurt myself. I would probably cause a few people to point and laugh and have some of their suspicions proven, that I can be an odd fellow from time to time. Oh, then, there may be that pesky drug test! But all the same, nothing bad will happen – so why don't more people do these odd little things?

As I crawl out of my little co-dependent shell, I realize that there are some things about myself that I really don't like. These are traits and behaviors within my being that previously I could simply explain away. Things that I could really believe were the fault of circumstance. Now I see they are not, and I must change for myself.

Introspection really can be a bitch at times. I am judgmental. Not at the big things and not with many things; just a few. I like to be at work on time and feel it is a vital responsibility not to miss days when unnecessary. When my daughter complains of a sore throat or sore feet or an ache or pain and subsequently does not go to school, it, well, makes me a little angry. I am judging her pain based on what I would do; go to work. Within that judging, I discount her feelings and that simply is not right.

Where, then, does being a good parent fall into this equation? I want her to be a tough kid and a tough adult, but I need to be empathetic as well. She is an intelligent individual with an IQ in the upper 130 range but her grades simply do not reflect it. So should I push her to 'suck-it-up' and 'get busy' or should I be more empathetic and let her stay home when she isn't feeling one-hundred percent?

My empathy seems to be waning. Many people have suggested, and perhaps rightfully so, that my empathy has been beaten and bruised and is lying dormant somewhere. I hope I can find it; without it, I am not me.

On one hand, I want to stop being judgmental and be more empathetic. On the other hand, I want people to not judge my actions. I hope the two hands can shake and be friends soon!

You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Jack London

The 'muse.' According to dictionary.com, “...the power regarded as inspiring a poet, artist, thinker, or the like.” Many have written about finding or waking one's muse. A fine science fiction author, who's name fails me at the moment, wrote that when his muse was sleeping, he would still write... write complete and utter nonsence and gibberish.

Heather Armstrong, in her keynote speech at South by SouthWest Festival in Austin this year, said “Keep writing. Keep doing it and doing it. Even in the moments when it's so hurtful to think about writing.”

I would like to add, that when it starts hurting, you have woken your muse. You have found that 'sweet spot'; that transit from soul to words and sentences and concepts.

Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
Robert Heinlein

Texas -
This is not one of my typical blog entries. This will be nothing but quotes about this fine state, Texas that I now exist within.

"I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion. And this is true to the extent that people either passionately love Texas or passionately hate it and, as in other religions, few people dare to inspect it for fear of losing their bearings in mystery or paradox. But I think there will be little quarrel with my feeling that Texas is one thing. For all its enormous range of space, climate, and physical appearance, and for all the internal squabbles, contentions, and strivings, Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America. Rich, poor, Panhandle, Gulf, city, country, Texas is the obsession, the proper study and the passionate possession of all Texans." - John Steinbeck 1962

"Texas history is a varied, tempestuous, and vast as the state itself. Texas yesterday is unbelievable, but no more incredible than Texas today. Today's Texas is exhilarating, exasperating, violent, charming, horrible, delightful, alive."- Edna Ferber, author, 1955.

"If a man’s from Texas, he’ll tell you. If he’s not, why embarrass him by asking?"
-U.S. journalist John Gunther regarding legendary Texas pride in 1970's

"What you Northerners never appreciate..........is that Texas is so big that you can live your life within its limits and never give a damn about what anyone in Boston or San Francisco thinks. A writer can build a perfectly satisfactory reputation in Texas and he doesn't give a damn about what critics in Kalamazoo think. His universe is big enough to gratify any ambition. Same with business men. Same with newspapers. Same with everything." - 1985 James Michener's "Texas."

Nothing is beautiful except the abnormal; and nothing is abnormal until we have grasped the norm.
C.S. Lewis

This is such a powerful quote. It is almost recursive in nature. We must grasp the norm to know the beauty of abnormal; but we must know what is beautiful and abnormal before we know the norm. How do we know what is beautiful? It illuminates; it shines; we are moved at levels that cannot be explained. That's a start.

Normal – That was the subject of my ponderings today, and I had plenty of pondering time. I drove more than 600 miles from Socorro, New Mexico to Sherman, Texas and honestly was not paying attention to the time. Time doesn't matter in this journey, and I hope I learn from that.
The definition of 'normal' from websters.com is this: (1. conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural. (2. serving to establish a standard.

In my opinion, that definition is pretty much useless and circular. 'Not abnormal.' What is that? The logical NOT of normal. The entire first definition is completely subjective! What if 'normal' was NOT conforming to the common standard? There are many people who live within this context and are considered 'normal' within their group but perhaps bohemian or even disgusting or unacceptable to others. Given that, 'normal' is a subjective term and must be.

The second definition is equally subjective. “serving to establish a standard” means what? Who's standard? Mine? Yours? Some unknown, faceless mob of people?

According to Aristotle (or Francois Rabelas – French monk, depending on what source you believe), “Nature abhors a vacuum.” Nature also abhors normalcy. Those subscribing to the Theory of Evolution should recognize that for any species to survive, it must evolve; change; NOT be normal. Those subscribing to creationism should recognize that the most important people in Christianity were not considered 'normal' by most. Joan of Arc was a woman commanding an army! What about Noah? The list of Catholic Saints is full of people who were not considered 'normal.'

'Normal' is a tool of the intellectually weak. 'Normal' is a crutch of those with closed minds. 'Normal' is not for me.

If you let fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient and thin.
Katharine Butler Hathaway

I write this while less than 50 feet from the rim of Meteor Crater. It is magnificent; words cannot describe. I feel an explosion of emotions within my soul. I want to cry... and I do... and I am unsure as to why.

I walked to the top observation deck and wandered off about 50 feet where there is no guard or fence. I am face to face with the crater. Below me is nothing but a 400 feet drop... certain death to those less certain of their footing. The air is clean and quiet. I hear the voices of gleeful children and the trail guide 500 feet away and the people at the bottom of the crater, more than a mile distant. And I want to cry.

I walk to the lower observation deck and read of the history and of the people who have cared for this site. And the tears start, and I don't know why. This is just a hole in the earth, uncountable ones exist throughout our solar system alone, but at this one, I cry.

After snapping a few photos, I start walking back to the parking lot. A crow, probably the largest one I have ever seen flies overhead. It lands on the building, not more than 20 feet away. It looks right at me, crowing and flapping its wings. Why can humans not be more like birds; flying where they please, enjoying life in a way nature intended. Why do we create such artifices to impede our own happiness, and why do we allow other's artifices to build on our own?

The crow turns its tail to me and calls several more times as if to say, 'pay attention.' It turns its head and looks right down at me, calling, I hear the words, 'follow me.' It extends its wings and glides down from its precipice. Glides down and lands directly in front of my car.

Maybe there is more to the universe than we can perceive. Maybe we simply need to open our minds.

Go forth on your path, as it exists only through your walking.
Saint Augustin

I like this quote. In the universe of quantum physics, nothing exists unless it is observed. Specifically, this is not really correct. Quantum physics roughly states that all possibilities exist until a specific possibility is observed. But there is a catch. At the moment something is observed, the event is altered. In the observing of an event, as transient or benign as that may be, that event itself is altered.

Therefore, does the viewing of something effect the outcome? Does the path exist only because one is walking it? Saint Augustin may have been a religious man, but just maybe, he knew a little about quantum physics.

Does this path I am now traveling only exist because I am traveling it? Of course. This path is mine and mine alone. My existence, my trek down this path creates ripples of my own creation; my own existence. These ripples affect others. I drive down the darkened road and illuminate it for others. I pass cars and trucks, effecting them, if only minutely. For better or worse I effect peoples' lives within my path. Viewed as right or wrong by others, I am the judge of my own path.

A life un-lived is a life not lived. Life is a path. Each person must be the judge of their own path. Some people live a bohemian lifestyle, somewhat contrary to popular norms. Those living that life are the judges of that lifestyle. Within the context of their lifestyle, they judge what is right or wrong. They travel their own path and it exists, right or wrong, as judged by others. But, it is not right for others to judge.

To many, nudists live a impure life. Was it not Adam and Eve who walked naked in the Garden of Eden? Personally, I view the human body a beautiful instrument of nature. But not just externally beautiful. Like a light bulb, beauty resonates from within. It resonates from the soul through our corporeal bodies. Beautiful people are as such through deed and belief and individuality, not through lip liner or mascara or plastic surgery. The radiance of a beautiful person eclipses all physical alterations human kind can imagine. True beauty is an illumination from within, false beauty is illuminated from the light of others.

OK, I am not sure why I am writing this. Perhaps it is road exhaustion, perhaps the beer, perhaps my freedom from the constant stresses of the day. A friend asked me today, how it felt to be free. It is an odd feeling. Liberating but unsure. I sit in my hotel room in Flagstaff, Arizona pondering life and the path and what is right and what is wrong.

I am enjoying this solitude. The night is mine. The drink is mine. The path is mine.

November 5, 2006
T-Minus 1 day!

I am a man who does not exist for others.
Ayn Rand

I have come to learn a great many things over the past several years. One of those things is this: As long as I please myself, there is a good chance I will please others. If I work only to please others, there is a great chance I will not please myself and a distinct probability I will not please the other person either.

I don't mean that I should be completely selfish to the point of disregarding others' needs or desires. I mean, focus on my desires, extending to others. Here are some examples:

Daughter's birthday – A) Work my tail off to giver what she wants. B) Give her the best of what I can give.

Work – A) Listen to everybody's suggestions and trying to make everybody happy. B) Listen to everybody's suggestions, evaluate all requirements and do the best I can.

Life – A) Listen to everybody and try to make them all happy and healthy and satisfied. B) Make myself happy and healthy and satisfied, then think of everyone else.

I think that selfishness, working within the proper altruistic context is synergistic. I work harder and live better for myself – My daughter reaps the immediate rewards and learns by example.

Intimate and sexual relationships pose an interesting juxtaposition of selfishness and altruism. Pure altruism, doing whatever the partner wants; whenever, can lead to the feeling of not being fulfilled or fully complete. Pure selfishness is nothing more that exercise; and emotionally damaging exercise at that. Somewhere in the middle of selfishness and altruism lies the 'Holy Grail' of an intimate relationship. It is up to each couple to discover where that lies; and it may change from day to day; week to week; month to month.

November 4, 2006
T-Minus 2 days! (yes, I am leaving on Monday, not Tuesday)

A person who does not attempt to evaluate all possibilities is a fool.
-me

Why Go?

At times I evaluate me need, my desire to proceed with this trip. Over and over again, I remember something I heard from a CSI episode. Grissom, a middle aged, intelligent, single guy, seems to be attracted to a rather mysterious, attractive, intelligent woman. Oddly enough, this woman is also a “madam” of an S&M club. This attraction is mutual and expressed in rather intelligent ways; not simplistic or raw. I don't think they even kiss.

Captain Brass, another character on the show, tells Grissom to “Get a sports car. It will be cheaper.”

Is what I am experiencing a midlife crisis of sorts? Is this need to hit the road for a week, an expression of my mid-life angst? Is this just an escapist ploy to avoid the real world that seems to be infinitely confusing and troublesome? Is it a way to exercise and advertise my independence as a person? Am I trying to prove something to myself or to others? Is this an action by me, to in some way, punish those who have incidentally or purposefully injured me? Am I covertly exercising some level of retribution? Am I expecting more or less from this journey? Or, is this a path toward discovering myself?

Many people have stated that I am not have a crisis... That I am instead, discovering ME again. That I am remaking ME version 2.0 As I look at things, I tend to believe them.

I like to think I am not the type of person to over evaluate things but in this case, maybe that is exactly what I am doing. I am not doubting my need or desire for this trip and yes, short of someone being hospitalized, I am going.

There are some practical issues and loose-ends that must be settled before I leave. Those of you who know my situation will undoubtedly understand this is no trivial matter. I will not dwell on this topic but may touch on it periodically. It is, as I have stated to my friends before, a rather complex situation.

Thought for the moment...
My wife told me that if I were with another woman on this trip, that I shouldn't even think of kissing her ever again. So, does the converse hold true? And, what exactly is her definition of being with another woman? Dinner? Drinks? Skinny-dipping? Waving at one while on the road?

October 31, 2006
T-Minus 7 days!!! Part Duex

Just briefly, here is my top 10 list of things to do on my trip.
10 - Turn my cell phones off for at least 10 hours each day.
9 - Read at least 100 pages per day, excepting Friday & Saturday (One must have priorities)
8 - Complete a short story, ready for editing.
7 - Go an entire day without speaking to anyone whom I don't want to speak to.
6 - See the Milky Way again.
5 - Do something I will never do again.
4 - Sit an listen to the quiet.
3 - Enjoy an evening with the cell phones turned off.
2 - Hug someone and accept a hug in return, without pretentions or preconceptions.
1 - Thank a friend or two. The gifts these friends have given me is beyond words.

Things I MAY do...

• Dance with a guy. (My heart belongs to a man with a badge!!!!!! LOL)

October 31, 2006
T-Minus 7 days!!!

I have been an amateur radio hobbiest since 1983, almost 23 years. I can't truly state that it is a passion, rather an enjoyable activity. There is a certain appeal to the thought of taking my HF radio along on this journey. It would allow me contact with people all over the world, right from my rental car. I would partake in an activity known as “county running.” This activity involves me making contact with other amateur radio operators via the radio, from different counties along my journey.

I did this once before and yes, it was a lot of fun, and is certainly an enjoyable activity worth consideration. How, then, does one decide whether or not to partake in an enjoyable activity, when the activity is part of a larger context; and the purpose of that context is enjoyment?
This was not an easy choice. And it was a test. To bring all of my radio equipment and partake in that particular enjoyable activity, or to leave it behind and focus on other enjoyable endeavors? In keeping with my newfound energy, individuality and decisiveness, I made the choice and will ruminate no more. The radio equipment stays home.

No Ham Please!

October 27, 2006
T-Minus 11 days!!!

If the point of a journey is the trip itself and not the destination,
a traveler stepping onto this path will exist and continue traveling for the remainder of time.
-me

What is the point? The point of this journey, as in life, is not necessarily defined by the terminal destination, but by the mile-posts and rest-stops along the way. Yes, there are indeed people I wish to meet in person and talk with and spend time with at the other end of the road. But the story of this journey starts here and may well never end.

Sure, I can hope my trip is like this. I hope the journey is a good one. I hope that I feel refreshed and renewed upon return. I hope the trip is safe. I hope the trip is not TOO safe. I hope I can live up to my convictions and rhetoric. I hope to see my friends there and spend sufficient time with them.

I hope I don't spend too much money.

I hope I don't drink too much and waste precious time in an inebriated state.

Perhaps this is a function of my “insecure me” but I do not want the people I meet, to, well, dislike me. I know it is silly and now recognize this almost immediately. Instead of throwing the feeling away, I embrace and revel in the fact that I recognize it, for what it is.. That is not to mean these feelings are completely expressed or removed from my psyche. Some are filtered and others thrown away, others are recycled and still others are finally acted on.

I want to enjoy this trip. I WILL enjoy this trip. I WILL do and see things that I have never experienced before and may never have the opportunity to experience again. I WILL take advantage of the opportunities given to me on this voyage. To others, I may falter and I may fail but I shall try to do these things. Within these attempts, for me, I will not fail.

-prologue--
All of life's journeys should send out ripples, effecting others' Journeys. A life without ripples is one existing in a tea cup, on the sandy beach, near the crashing waves of the ocean.

October 26, 2006
T-minus-12 days!!!

He deserves Paradise who makes his companions laugh.
Koran-

My friend brings me laughter. I haven't experienced this in years and revel in its soulful release. Sure, I laugh and chuckle occasionally, but to have a friend who's voice simply makes one smile is a precious gift.

I have known and experienced sarcastic and hurtful humor now, for so many years, I actually found it difficult to recognize true, light-hearted conversation. I am not talking about the tripe of 'small-talk.' I found it amazing that two people could actually converse without friction or sarcasm or histrionics or accusations. I find it enlightening; enjoyable; and pleasant. There are no underhanded pretenses; no ulterior motives; no tests without correct answers; no fishing.

If I receive no other gift from a friend, laughter, friendly conversation and comfort are as good as gold.

Thank you, friend.

October 25, 2006
T-minus-13 days.

Turn around and walk the razor's edge.
Rush

Originally this joural/blog was named “The Wounded Traveler,” until I searched a bit and found “The Parable of the Good Samaritan.” Within the context of this story, there is no way I could be defined as a “wounded traveler.”

Yes, perhaps several years ago, I may have been malleable and weak enough to fit this “Wounded Traveler” reference. No more. Yes, it is indeed true that I do occasionally make mistakes and can be knocked off balance and even hurt. But now, I am stronger. I can speak my mind and truly understand that I own my opinions and actions and behavior and soul.

I am no longer the withered, pitiful “wounded traveler”. I now, stand with sword in hand defending myself and those who need defense. I stand beside others in friendship and camaraderie. I stand in front of some, helping forge their way through the world I have been through and at times being pushed. I stand behind some, at times pushing, at times being pulled. At times I hold another and comfort and at times I am held and comforted.

I am Walking the Razor's Edge.

Oct 24, 2006 - Texas Trip Details

One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journey along through life,
Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Any journey that is begun without a plan, as rudimentary and ill-defined as it may be, is destined to failure. There is nothing wrong at all with changing directions or choosing a different path from the one planned. And there is nothing wrong with wandering either, as long as that is your intention. If your plan is to wander, that's OK, and, it is a plan.

A week or two before I decided to drive to Texas, I had plans to drive around Nevada. Just drive up to Carson City, then across the state, East, then down South, back to the bane of my existence, Las Vegas.

That was before I was invited to meet a friend in Texas. Plans change. The only thing constant in the universe is change. What was once meant to be a four day driving tour of Nevada, has become a 7 day trip to Texas. Please do not get me wrong. I am certainly not complaining. There are quite a few things I would like to see along the way. But first, my rough itinerary:

• November 6th, Monday – Pick up rental car in the late PM. Pack.
• November 7th, Tuesday – Leave Vegas in the early AM. Long drive through Northern AZ and West-Central NM. See Meteor Crater AZ and the VLA in NM. Will probably stay in Socorro, NM.
• November 8th, Wednesday – Enjoy the slow ride through NM into TX. Plan on staying somewhere between Socorro and Dallas, TX. Pretty specific, eh?
• November 9th, Thursday – Drive into Dallas.
• November 10th, Friday – Dallas.
• November 11th, Saturday - Dallas.
• November 12th, Sunday – Leave & drive 'til I can't drive no more.
• November 13th, Monday – Keep driving.
• November 14th, Tuesday – Arrive back in Vegas.
• November 15th, Wednesday – Back in Las Vegas (late arrival)

Along the way, I plan to take a LOT of pictures and post them here as I can. And write! Yes, I am definitely going to write a lot on this trip. Primarily I need the practice, and secondarily, It think this is a noteworthy experience that is simply begging to be documented, if for no one else, for me.

So, what am I going to see? A lot, I hope. Here is a rough list, in, as you would guess, rough order:
---Hoover Dam
---Flagstaff (not sure where)
---Meteor Crater
---The VLA (Very Large Array – the largest radio-telescope in the world – as seen in the movie Contact)
---Roswell crash site... maybe
---who knows!!!

What am I going to do in Texas? I don't know, and that's part of the fun. Part of the plan. The most important and exciting parts of life occur at random and are unexpected

Oct 20, 2006 - Introduction.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost.

A first. A genesis. A step onto the road less traveled.

I am preparing for my first real vacation, my first real time away from the world in which I exist and know.

For the past portion of my 40 year old life, I can honestly state that I have never taken a vacation, just for me, alone. Sure, there were the occasional trips with the family, typically feeling like little more than chauffeur and caretaker and planner and security guard. These trips were typically fraught with angst and tension and pressure.

“Into Chicago at 5AM, then rent a car, then drive 5 hours to your family's house. Sounds fun!” I remember my wife saying.

“Can't we just get a hotel after we land? I can never sleep on those horribly uncomfortable airline seats. Just for the day. Or maybe we can spend a couple of days in Chicago first; rest and see the sites. Then drive down and see my family,” I counter.

No... She is insistent. My immature resolve crumbles into a million grains of powdery white sand. I drive. My consciousness active only due to the effects of caffeine saturation and secretly smoked cigarettes along the drive. Every 30 minutes or so, I would stop at the nearest truck stop, relieve my overworked bladder, grab a hot refill, and quickly consume a cigarette.

The last 45 minutes were the worst. I was pinching and prodding myself to just stay awake, nodding off once and running off the road.

She knew nothing of these events. She took sleeping meds and went to sleep.

But this trip is for ME. Yes, I am reveling in the thought of free and independent travel as I write this. Although still 20 days away or so, the thoughts of driving out on my own, without the immediate encumbrances of my chaotic, abusive spouse, seem to cause little spurts of adrenalin and occasions of euphoria... I smile.

I feel something similar to that of a Panic Attack. These feelings are very real. I want to run. I want to leave. But now I have a journey and a friend to visit and a destination, all of which are of my choosing. Good-buy crumbling codependency, good bye abuse, good bye craziness, if only for little more than a week.

Pardon me while I pinch myself... Not in any effort to stay awake... But for the typical reason... To make sure I'm not dreaming.