Yeah, whatever, so I’m not so good with routine. That can hardly be a surprise.
I had big plans, for routine, while traveling. So I’m not good with the rational thought and reasonable expectations, either. In fact my ability to learn from past experience may be quantitatively inverse. At the least it is qualitatively perverse.

Depending on when you think I began this trip, I have either been traveling for 14 days or 24 days.

On December 10th I left Los Angeles, the city I have called home since February. Though truth be told, it was more like a base of operations, as I was still traveling to SF once a week at first, and later spending every other week up there, it seemed.
And essentially I’ve been couchsurfing since November 1, 2007, when I was evicted from the studio space I had been living and working in for four (or five?) years. That, btw, whether four or five, was the longest I have ever been in one place in my 42 years of life. As a child, we never lived anywhere for more than two years.
Naturally, when I did finally live somewhere for awhile, I did so illegally.

Tangents, that should probably be the name of this travelblogue. But it’s not.
Those of you who know me will forgive me the tangents and the rambling and overwriting and general disorder that reflects t

Yeah, whatever, so I’m not so good with routine. That can hardly be a surprise.

I’ve given up on revising my thesis for now. I’m not going to be able to focus on it with the job for Marti so far from completed, and with so much to do before I leave LA for four months.

Today I am testing all my audio gear before hitting the road.
I’m also hoping to repack and start disassembling the garoffice.
I’m getting all the love mixtapes exported, and will get the first batch burned today, I hope. I’ll leave the first one on the bus on Sunday when I travel North to SF.

I’ll be there ten days: trying to say goodbye to a ton of people; finish the Marti job; revise my thesis; say goodbye to the GF; and record music for the Bounded by Silence project Phil and Libby and I are working on.

I’m hoping to record bits of that record with every musician I stay with. That’s a lot of people over the next four months. The heart will be me and Phil and Libby writing lyrics and laying down frames. Of course, by then, we’ll be laying down frames over pieces recorded with Nobu and Alex and a number of other folks, so…
The hope is to create the bastard child of David Thomas and Marilyn Manson, wetnursed by Comus.

I had a great convo about the editing of Disembody with my father this morning. I am thinking I’ll buy another travel drive so I can take the footage from the project. I’ll try to watch it and get a feel for what we have while on the road.
Because I really needed something else to do on this trip, LOL.

Spent a couple hours on email and FB this morning chatting with folks I hope to see on my trip.

Blah that’s enough blathering for now. I can’t wait to see my GF tomorrow!

I leave for 122 days on the road in four days.
Except I’m going to SF, and while there I will be working like a madman on a big job for a client. And also trying to get the final revisions done for my thesis. And meeting about my Sightlines Journal article.
So it hardly feels like I’m starting a trip.
It’s really just ten days like every other ten days I’ve spent in SF since I moved down to LA in January.
So maybe my trip doesn’t begin until the 17th, and I’ll be on the road until mid-April.
I’m not sure.

Preparations are coming along.
I’ve got all locales locked down for couches.
The always amazing Petrushka is putting me up on her floor in NYC.

I’ve got my little portable 500GB drive, Axonite, almost totally filled up with music.
I got Live installed on my laptop.
I have a few more pieces of s’ware to load, but that’ll happen Saturday or next week in SF.

I unpacked my suitcase. I found three more hoodies I need to squeeze in. And some other stuff. So some stuff has to come out, I guess. Don’t know what.

I’ve been going full throttle working for a client. Got lucky that she had a big job. For awhile there, I thought I’d have to find odd jobs on the road to make a thousand dollars I was short.

OTOH, I have been working super long days every day, so no time to revise my thesis. LOL, of course. Which brings us back to the stress mentioned at the start of the post.