Friday, July 30, 2010

Final Post

This is the final post of The Busking Project. I've deleted this post about twenty times at this point trying to write down a summery of events that happened in Los Angeles, but everytime I start writing, words fail me. So you'll have to make due with this.

It was an amazing experience. I learned so much about life, the world, and myself. Espescially myself.

And to everyone who made it possible for me to have had this adventure (well, the beginning of a larger adventure): thank you.

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It took me over twenty hours of thinking and writing to get those 88 words down on paper.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Day 1

Well, it looks like I made it to Texas, safe and sound.

Getting ready to head into CS today to get my stuff loaded up and clean up the apartment (if it needs it). Tomorrow I'm headed down to New Braunfels, then back to CS for social time and back to DFW for the family stuff this weekend.

Already missing everyone in Los Angeles (especailly the dog), but am excited to see everyone here.

I have one more post before officially retiring this blog: my debriefing of my time in Los Angeles. This blog has served it's purpose, and I'm not much of one to drag things on way past their purpose.

Other than that, I'll keep in touch with everyone, even if I have to start a new blog!

Monday, July 26, 2010

An hour in Denver

Well, made it to Denver International without too much hassle. Professor Peanut is sure getting some awesome looks in his incognito disguise, and my hat has recieved several compliments as well.

The gate my flight is supposed to leave from said the next flight was to Nashville, so I walked up to the desk to ask if this was actually the flight to DFW only to be told, before I asked anything, in a very rude manner that the man behind the counter couldn't help me. I then asked if the next flight was...but that was all I got out before him sighing and saying in a gruff, lispy voice (yes a gruff lisp...shocking) "I don't know" and then proceeded to help the guy behind me. Asshat.

Luckily, the sign behind him changed at that moment, shining the bright light of clarity on the situation. The Nashville flight had left; the next flight was to DFW. Fantastic!

So in just a few hours I'll be back on native soil, probably being the single strangest looking person in the place. Would love to be out scampering over rocks by the ocean instead of stuck on a plane all day, but...

See y'all soon.

4 hours to go

Well, I'm awake, packed, dressed and Stevie has the coffee brewing. I've got Professor Samuel Louis Peanut III strapped into my backpack. As he is quite the celebrity, he'll be traveling incognito: flat cap and sun glasses, no monocle and cravat here!

I made the same mistake I made this morning as I did the morning I left for here: forgot to lay out socks. Luckily, it doesn't matter if my clothes make it to DFW in a perfectly pressed or tidy manner (not to say the bag isn't packed neatly, just more efficiently). My backpack is still the seventh wonder of the world in terms of how much it can hold without spewing it forth in a small burst of stuff.

Well, back to prepairing for my trip. See you on the other side!




There's never just one right answer.
And there's never just one right question.
~www.tut.com

T -10 hours 46 minutes

Today was incredible.

Stevie got dressed up in her troll costume and we went out to Point Dume, a beach up in Malibu. We climbed all across the rocks and had waves crashing all around and stood on places that were too small to stand. I never knew there could be so many colors of blue at the same time.

We took lunch a Hugo's, a small restaurant down the road from the apartment. Stevie managed to rack up a few looks in her costume, and the guy across from us had on an amazing green, straw fedora.

We stopped in Topanga Canyon on the way to the beach and ran into a small second hand store where, as fate would have it, there was a green, straw fedora. Well Stevie got it for me as a present, and as it turns out it's not straw but braided paper.

So the climbing around the rocks was increadible, and I'll be putting up pictures when I make it back to Texas. For the record, a paper fedora stands up rather well to the wind and the ocean (yeah, after making such a big deal about it being paper, we didn't think about the fact we were going to the ocean...)

Then it was off to a Mediterrainian restaurant that was wonderful, then home to shower, pack, and watch Love Actually with Daniel and Stevie.

The neighbors are trying to coax me to stay with promises of introducing me to some high ups in the Magic Castle who are taking voice acting lessons from a friend of ours. That and other things. There are some really great people here, and I'll miss them.

So,  it's off to bed. I've got to be up at 6:30 to be ready to leave by 7:30 to get to Longbeach in time for check-in, followed by a long day of traveling. Hopefully there will be some sort of alcohol at the end of it!


"Can miles truly separate us from friends? If you want to be with Rae, aren't you already there?" ~Richard Bach, There's No Such Place As Far Away

Sunday, July 25, 2010

One day to Texas

It's my last day here, and Stevie is taking me for an adventure down near the beach.

The Friday dinner party was fantastic, with so many good people showing up. We had roast chicken (stevie), pork loin (a mix of credits there), salad with homemade dressing (neighbor's in #4), cake and ice cream (#6), bread (#5 and #3) and mashed potatoes (#4). There was also plenty of wine (everyone) and it was a great time.

Saturday was more or less uneventful.

Just had to take a break and blow dry Stevie's hair, which she has poured paint into and made up into troll horns for our little excursion. She's testing out her costume for Faireworlds.

Anyway, I'll keep y'all updated on today.

~Cheers

Friday, July 23, 2010

3.5 days to Texas

So a good many of you probably saw via Facebook that I came home last night with a severely screwed up wrist (yes, my left one, the one you'll remember has severe soft tissue damage already), a twisted ankle, a pulled calf muscle, and two hyper-extended knees. That's three out of four limbs incapacitated!

All I have to say for myself is that if you pay more attention to what you're doing in Parkour, you're less likely to screw yourself up (gotta keep that "To be and to last" motto in mind). On the other hand, I will miss the Parkour group here in LA but am going to try to hook up with the Texas group.

So far today has been pretty great: I was woken up by a beautiful girl slipping into bed (okay, into couch) next to me, Stevie and I went scrumping for oranges, we (well she more than I) made roasted chicken, found out how to make your own orange oil (who knew it was extremely flammable), planted what will become a lemon tree and submitted my application to The Tiny Life.

Now, I'm going to work on some magic and some other writing and get the place picked up for the weekly dinner party, my *sniffle* last dinner party with these guys for a while.


Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
~ Leonardo da Vinci