Some while back I wrote about how I wished people saw potential in things that have a clear purpose. Recently I’ve had a lot of people talking to me about what they’d like to do on the Tour, or other applications for the bus. I don’t think the bus is as much of a blank slate as an empty room - it had a purpose. People are starting to look at it (and I hope, everything) in a different way, seeing what could be done as opposed to what can.
Can is what is possible within a certain set of rules. A school bus is for bringing kids to and from school. So I guess we could bring people to and from places (not necessarily school). Could is what makes the rules for can. We strip out the seats, give it a crazy paint job, and live in it for four months. No, we use it as a metaphorical and physical vehicle for our movement. No, we use it as an icon for change. No, we give it pontoons and we’ll sail to Europe.
I’ve got to find some way to keep that potential alive as I outfit it for the tour.
Keep those ideas stewin’.
Ever since about Junior year of High School, people have assumed I smoked pot, or did some other drugs. I think it’s largely because of my laid-back attitude, and my more non-standard goals. And the fact that I listen to a lot of jambands doesn’t help me any. I’ve had people ask me on many, many occasions if I smoke, but more often people just assume it. When they get to know me better, and find out that I don’t smoke, drink, or do any drugs at all, they’re surprised. Its weird.
I’m not magic. I don’t do drugs in secret and my brain doesn’t naturally produce THC. There are a bunch of other reasons people come up with to figure out why I am the way I am. A lot of people suggest that I get a contact high at shows I go to. I’m pretty sure I haven’t, but if I have, it is incredibly overrated, and inferior to many of the highs I get everyday in life. There is nothing uniquely different about me that makes me the way I am, except for my worldview.
I think a lot of people make up those excuses for me because if they were true, then there is something magic about me that is completely unattainable for everyone else. I’m not magic, and anyone can see the world the way I do, if they try. I know people who don’t do drugs who think similarly to me. It isn’t unattainable, and I don’t want to be an excuse for people to use drugs anymore. I’m not going to stop anyone, but I’m not going to let them bullshit themselves either.
So its been a week without posts. Quasi busy week, but even with that nothing especially interesting happened that warranted blogging about it. Normally that’s when I’d write about something that happened a long while ago, or write about something that doesn’t have a time limitation. But I didn’t. So I’ll write about someone else.
Ali has been recording stuff for a while, and its been getting better and better. And this song is really good. He needs a website, but since he doesn’t have one, check out his purevolume page.
So it seems a bunch of people want to come with me to Minnesota. I’m not really sure why, but I’m not going to tell them no. So I’m posting this to say that if you’re interested, and can pay for a Greyhound ticket and food, you’re welcome to come.
Its a two day bus ride out there, and a day plus ride back. If you are interested, let me know.
My only nightmares anymore are school-related. And not the cliche “I’m in lecture and somehow not wearing clothes how embarrassing!” nightmares. No, mine are far more evil.
This morning I woke up thinking it was Tuesday, and that I hadn’t written the paper due at 1400 (which I’m working on today). In the dream I hadn’t written the paper, but I woke up still thinking it. That’s a horrible feeling. It’s happened to me before, too. I remember waking up thinking I hadn’t studied for my history exam that day. After about a half an hour of ruffling through my crap thinking I had lost my book, I realized that not only was there no exam that day, but I wasn’t even enrolled in a history class.
I’ve got to figure out some way of devaluing school while not failing out.
I can’t remember having a normal irrational-fear-with-weird-things-after-me nightmare since high school. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.