done.
3 months of living, shoved in a backpack.
It really puts life into perspective when you have all you will really need to live for months on end neatly rolled into one bag.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
wretched northern hemisphere...
I discovered yesterday, while looking at a map... that i won't be getting to the other side of the equator as i thought i would be. That little beezy is quite a bit further south than i'm heading... (let's not talk about my lack of geographical knowledge made evident by this little shock moment.)
somehow i really had my heart set on seeing the toilets flush the other way... and whatever other eccentricities come of 'the other side'
plus i'm just a nerd and would like to stand with one foot on each side.
it would've been ten times the excitement i felt when i crossed the continental divide. haha!
somehow i really had my heart set on seeing the toilets flush the other way... and whatever other eccentricities come of 'the other side'
plus i'm just a nerd and would like to stand with one foot on each side.
it would've been ten times the excitement i felt when i crossed the continental divide. haha!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
thoughts on packing
I drug sven out the other day to get him ready for his up and coming sprint to a new scene... and was struck with one thought, and one thought only.
"How is this pack so small?" and at the same time... "cooper, get yourself ready for the weight on your back of all the crap you'll deem neccessarry to be hauled around."
I've been thinking of things i need to bring, and have a semi-un-final list running through my head... and the second i slapped eyes on my buddy i realized how much crap needs to be scratched off my list! I absolutely refuse to heft around a 40 lb. pack again... it's almost technically more than i should carry, and i just big fat don't want to.
As always, I am trying to work myself into leaving my higher maintenance items at home... but somehow i just refuse to go anywhere without a giant can of mousse and an equally large and in charge can of hair spray. And i especially won't be caught dead in the tropics with this ethnic hair and nothing to tame it. (go ahead and call me vain, if you don't i will. let's just blame it on my childhood, and the name 'afro-child' being flung my way.)
I hear myself giving shawna the relevant advice of bringing a small container of shampoo, and then buying more down there... when all along i am thinking, how am i going to fit my vat of vegan shampoo and conditioner in my bag? i can't go without it!
Needless to say, i have somewhat of a whopping battle ahead of myself in terms of what i will allow myself to be talked out of. (and believe me... talking this stubborn idiot out of anything is a feat. even for myself...haha)
I definitely learned quite a bit by trial and error about what i actually did need, and what i only thought i'd need, and how many clothes i actually NEVER need... but somehow i'm fighting myself on this. haha.
maybe because it's 3 months this time instead of just 6 weeks??
who knows...
what i do know is that i need to stop myself before i pack the third bottle of mousse *cause what if i run out and then my hair looks permanently like i stuck my finger in a light socket as a means of blowdrying?* *shudder*
"How is this pack so small?" and at the same time... "cooper, get yourself ready for the weight on your back of all the crap you'll deem neccessarry to be hauled around."
I've been thinking of things i need to bring, and have a semi-un-final list running through my head... and the second i slapped eyes on my buddy i realized how much crap needs to be scratched off my list! I absolutely refuse to heft around a 40 lb. pack again... it's almost technically more than i should carry, and i just big fat don't want to.
As always, I am trying to work myself into leaving my higher maintenance items at home... but somehow i just refuse to go anywhere without a giant can of mousse and an equally large and in charge can of hair spray. And i especially won't be caught dead in the tropics with this ethnic hair and nothing to tame it. (go ahead and call me vain, if you don't i will. let's just blame it on my childhood, and the name 'afro-child' being flung my way.)
I hear myself giving shawna the relevant advice of bringing a small container of shampoo, and then buying more down there... when all along i am thinking, how am i going to fit my vat of vegan shampoo and conditioner in my bag? i can't go without it!
Needless to say, i have somewhat of a whopping battle ahead of myself in terms of what i will allow myself to be talked out of. (and believe me... talking this stubborn idiot out of anything is a feat. even for myself...haha)
I definitely learned quite a bit by trial and error about what i actually did need, and what i only thought i'd need, and how many clothes i actually NEVER need... but somehow i'm fighting myself on this. haha.
maybe because it's 3 months this time instead of just 6 weeks??
who knows...
what i do know is that i need to stop myself before i pack the third bottle of mousse *cause what if i run out and then my hair looks permanently like i stuck my finger in a light socket as a means of blowdrying?* *shudder*
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