Monday, March 22, 2004
The hour will soon be nigh. Strap up and make plans.
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Doc,
I just got back from three weeks of black headspace complete with black vibes and no watermelon, so I don't feel that this reply will do either of us justice at this time. Rest assured that I have read and re-read your note and the raw sentiment has not ceased to ooze therefrom. I feel the same way in my own personal version. Having said that, know that by the time I reach Canadian soil, or see you again -- whichever comes first -- I will be ready for the trip of all trips, perhaps one to end them or one to begin it all.
How do feel about a professional leave of absence? A photo/reporting trek from across the globe, surpassing deadlines, sent to crazed and freak and coffee-addled editors from destinations where the postage takes more room than the address. Maybe even something to sell to PBS ... surfing Puerto Limon, sleeping under Tasmanian stars, to Krakovian beer halls, riding camel-back across Eritrea -- letting them wet their hoofs in the Red Sea, from the sands between Medina and Mecca to the hash caves of Turkmenistan, basking our toes in the Caspian (singing odes to the Phish's Prince therefrom ...), up through San Sebastian to Bordeaux, boomeranged to Seoul's soju tents and round-about via Nepalese monasteries, on our way to rest a while in the blonde-haired, long and loving fingertips of Denmark or at a punk show in St. Petersburg, only to be received as world-weary wanderlustful shepherds by a media-hungry and starry-eyed apostolate on both coasts.
I'm up for it. You should be too. If not, what's there for us? Careers of inopportunity? Conversion, marriage and chat forums about re-discovered virginity? C'mon, man, the bell's broken. Ring the alarm.
Your Attorney at Law,
FJS*
from the flat earth's edge
2004.03.23
Doc,
I just got back from three weeks of black headspace complete with black vibes and no watermelon, so I don't feel that this reply will do either of us justice at this time. Rest assured that I have read and re-read your note and the raw sentiment has not ceased to ooze therefrom. I feel the same way in my own personal version. Having said that, know that by the time I reach Canadian soil, or see you again -- whichever comes first -- I will be ready for the trip of all trips, perhaps one to end them or one to begin it all.
How do feel about a professional leave of absence? A photo/reporting trek from across the globe, surpassing deadlines, sent to crazed and freak and coffee-addled editors from destinations where the postage takes more room than the address. Maybe even something to sell to PBS ... surfing Puerto Limon, sleeping under Tasmanian stars, to Krakovian beer halls, riding camel-back across Eritrea -- letting them wet their hoofs in the Red Sea, from the sands between Medina and Mecca to the hash caves of Turkmenistan, basking our toes in the Caspian (singing odes to the Phish's Prince therefrom ...), up through San Sebastian to Bordeaux, boomeranged to Seoul's soju tents and round-about via Nepalese monasteries, on our way to rest a while in the blonde-haired, long and loving fingertips of Denmark or at a punk show in St. Petersburg, only to be received as world-weary wanderlustful shepherds by a media-hungry and starry-eyed apostolate on both coasts.
I'm up for it. You should be too. If not, what's there for us? Careers of inopportunity? Conversion, marriage and chat forums about re-discovered virginity? C'mon, man, the bell's broken. Ring the alarm.
Your Attorney at Law,
FJS*
from the flat earth's edge
2004.03.23
