Things you *cannot* do in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

The anarchist showed up again. I’m going on a field trip with him tomorrow; psycho-geography. Don’t ask me what that is. I grew up with the adage that if you can’t teach something, anything, to a five year old, you don’t know it well enough. I can’t teach psycho-geography to a five year old. The adage wasn’t denigrating five year olds; they are very open learning and tend to have really good bullshit detectors.

There are two good reasons for me to go on this trip.1) I sort of blew the anarchist off the last time and 2) my attitude towards this area sucks. For all my bitching it’s not even the area that bothers me, it’s that it’s not my Oregon. The anarchist and my other friend who is going as well have a deep love for this land. It’s uplifting the way any enthusiasm is, but also I need to come to terms with the area.

I’ve been exposed to some carbon monoxide. Wheezing and my head hurts. It’s like a hangover that you don’t owe anyone an apology for. Facebook has been a source of drama and amusement for me. Maybe it’s just the carbon monoxide. I like Mr. Clean Magic erasers. His head is so bald and they pick up dust.

Back there when I was in seminary school a man put forth the proposition that you can petition the lord with prayer, petition the lord with prayer, petition the lord with prayer. You cannot petition the lord with prayer — The Doors