11/23/2005 04:12:00 PM|||Travis|||

I feel obligated to update my little space here but don't really know what to say. I guess the last update was a couple weeks ago, so I will go from there.

I am crazy when it comes to driving. I left Missoula at 5PM or so and was into Cali by 10AM and was quite manic. I listented to fight club (the book) which is much different from the movie and enjoyed it. Some of the phrases were the same but they also left out some of the cooler ones. And the book ends with Tyler Durden being put into an insane assulym which has you wonder- was the whole thing just a delusional episode? Hmmm, methinks it was.

If you ever find yourself attempting to get to San Francisco from Missoula Montana, I would suggest going through the desert. If you go west first and then south, down through the tri-cities in eastern washington and then through portland and down on into mainland oregan- watch the fuck out. There are trecherous moutain passes, thunderstorms, blizzards, large mammals, no self-serve gas and zero to little visibility on the passes. My white knuckle grip on the steering wheel lasted about 5 hours as I navigated Oregan, passing semi-trucks and slapping myself if I got tired.

I stopped once I hit cali in a small town called red bluff, or something like that in order to get some food. I realized it was 10AM and I had nothing really to do, so I walked into the middle of a field and fell alseep next to a train track while looking up at hawks circling overhead. It was there and then that I determined to be great and to quit fucking around. I also wondered what the hell I was doing next to the train tracks in the middle of nowhere, CA.

The interview was short and sweet and by the time I got my interview clothing off I was already in Reno, NV on the way home. The entire 2,500 mile journey was completed in under 5 days. I left on Saturday and returned on Tuesday. Is that 5 days? Whatever. It was a lot of driving.

Now on the way home I went through the desert. To do this you get on a road going east first, until you get through reno. Then it is a striaght shot all the way to Salt Lake City. And there is no weather in the desert and the stars look amazing. As I was driving I opened the sunroof all the way. It was cold and I looked up at the brillant sky, and suddenly the words of Chuck and fight club came through- look up at the stars and your gone. Suddenly in a flash you're reduced, a spec of fluf floating around New York City, a meaningless insignificant nothing in a universe of infinate capacity. Yes, look up at the stars, and your fucking gone.

|||113279198494820357|||So yea, whats up