Sorry... I was really trying to do it every day. I had a good story for today, but I don't have the time to do it justice, so I'm going to delay it. Some quick points of interest :
I may be getting a "real" job. Not the kind of job boring peons get, but a really interesting one. We still have to work out the details, so I'll write more if it happens.
I got pulled over today for not putting my headlights on. Oops. I didn' thave my insurance card, so I got a ticket for that. It was actually expired, but they gave me a new policy card anyway for some reason, so I can mail that in and get out of the ticket. The best part? My car is super illegal at the moment. My registration and inspection are not only expired but not in my name. I never bothered to switch it over because I like my cali plates. This is the third time I've been pulled over in a year and they've never ticketed me for it. The last two times they noticed and had mercy on me.
Adjusting to normal sleep is weird. I feel like I don't have nearly enough time now. I still have tons of stuff I want to do tonight and won't. Also I'm sleeping 7 hours or so, so I'd say there's an excellent chance I'm going back to polyphasic in a couple weeks.
I'm reading the book Blink : The Power of Thinking Without Thinking. It's an incredibly fascinating book that I'm learning a lot from. It's told mainly in the form of anecdotes, which make the most interesting type of reading. I'll probably write more about it when I'm finished.
Ok, that's it for now. Expect a mind blowing entry tomorrow.
The book gets a little dry about 5/6 of the way through and then finishes strong. I actually picked up another book by Paul Eckman that he references a few times about lies.
Decent read in general.
I was worried you might get a real job! Just think about it first and don't make any rash decisions like I did.
I got a real job after 7 years of doing my dream job. At first the real job was kinda fun. It felt odd to be doing something that normal people do and I enjoyed the novelty at first. I also liked hanging out with my normal coworkers and being a lookey-loo seeing how average people live their average lives. Now, I'm starting to get bored with the whole normal job thing and the average coworkers are seeming really dull.
I want my old life back! But now I've gotten used to this paycheck thing. It's nice and regular and it keeps getting bigger the longer I stay.
What about your rapper plans? I don't have much room left on my ipod but I'd find something to delete if you put out more tunes :-)
As you may have guessed from the title, I am no longer going to be doing Life Nomadic. I'm in the Dominican Republic now, and will leave as soon as I can find a decent ticket back to Austin. I might go to Haiti first, since I'm already over here, but I'm not sure yet.
There are a bunch of little reasons, but the biggest one is that I feel like it's time for me to settle down. Not completely, with a wife and kids and all that, but I'll at least be staying in one place for a few years. I miss having a house, a car, my own bed and furniture, and maybe most of all: a kitchen that I can keep stocked constantly.
People have been telling me for a while that I should develop some responsibility, and that's probably right. Doing whatever I want all the time is definitely fun, but at some point I have to ask where it will lead in the future. I love kids and know I'll have some eventually. If I keep traveling I may never be in a position to raise them properly.
March 10, 2010. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Late morning.
I pulled on my swim trunks, trainers, and a tank top and walked out of my little guesthouse room, sliding through the cramped restaurant strewn with tables, and out into the hot, dusty air of Phnom Penh. It's a hot day. It'll be good to swim after lifting weights.
I said, "No no, thank you" to the tuk-tuk drivers offering to take me somewhere in the city, pushed through the little crowd, and out onto the street. The streets in Cambodia more resemble alleyways than streets, and I navigate around people and vehicles.
I went down to the end of the street, turned left, and skirted along close to the local restaurants, half-tent half-storefront type places to get food. I stepped into the crosswalk, the Hotel Cambodiana rising in front of me. I check right and then left, and I watch left as I cross, watching for oncoming traffic.
A loud scream rings out. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.