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                                                                                                                                     Portland, OR

Saturday April 7, 2007

     8:48am  I just woke up in Karen's van, hehe. Last night I just walked in the yard and nobody saw me. I slept here again.

     9:08am  I've been just chilling out in the VW. Oh yeah, last night it rained hard! I am so lucky I was able to get back in this van. I am still in it because it's still  raining. I just went through my mission bag and all my tapes. Man, I am going to have a lot of work to do when I get back to San Antonio. Crazy.

                   Oh yeah, when I finally walked out of the van, as I was walking through the front yard I saw some dude look out the window of the house. I immediately went to the door and explained myself. The dude's name was Yogi and he was cool with me. They even smoked me out.

     10:11am  The 72 driver gave me a ride. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, man. Thanks.

     10:40am  I thought I'd go help Chris in the garden again today, but it's raining. It never stopped. I didn't know what I could do. I couldn't go gardening, I couldn't fly my sign because it would get wet. I remembered, "Oh yeah! I have the Free Geek address in my wallet." I'm going to go check out Free Geek and work on getting that computer for the coffee shop. I am going to do that. I am, I swear.

                     I got off on Division. I'm going to wait for a bus downtown here. Let's see if I get a courtesy ride.

     10:54am  The nice driver driving the #4 is hooking me up with a drive into town. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.
 
     11:09am  I just got off on 10th Avenue. 10th and Division. I'm going to find this Free Geek place. 1731 10th is the address.

     11:17am  I just walked up to Free Geek. I have to come back for a tour at noon. I'm going to go find something to eat somewhere, hopefully.

     12:43pm  The #4 guy is hooking me up with a courtesy ride.

                      I don't know if it was derogatory or anything, but when the driver finally said yes he told me, "But you have to sit with the lady with the straw hat in the back." I don't know what that means.

     12:58pm  Oh yeah, I finally figured out what the lady in the straw hat comment was all about. She's this wingnut. The door opened and she just stood there. The driver was telling her to get off the bus and she started screaming at him. "No no no! Fuck you, fuck you! Shit! You're a crappy driver!" Maybe I should feel a little offended because he told me to sit by her, hehehe. Every town has its wingnuts.

     1:01pm  I just got off the bus at Division and 82nd.

     1:09pm  Just walked all the way to Powell. I'm going to fly my sign here. No competition today.

     1:40pm  Juan just volunteered me some dollars and change. Breakfast. Thank you so much.

     2:14pm  I went into Carl's Jr. and bought a couple chicken sandwiches. They didn't give me ranch, so the bitch tried to charge me for one. She told me it was thirty five cents. I told her, "Well, I got two burgers." Greedy ass. Oh yeah, it started raining real hard, so I'm not working anymore. I want to go back to Alberta. I hope I get a courtesy ride. I've got fifty five cents.

     2:16pm  Lucky me, my friend Cathy with a C is driving the 72. Going back to Alberta.

                   She even gave me a transfer.

     2:46pm  I just landed on 33rd and Killingsworth. Man, do you know who I have a crush on? The bus driver Cathy with a C. I think she's beautiful. I can't believe she's forty eight years old. She looks my age. She's got a thirty year old daughter! Crazy.

     4:04pm  I walked back over to Karen's house and Yogi, the guy I told you about this morning, I am finally getting to tell him my story. What was your email address, by the way? Spell it out, just in case. grateful9200@yahoo.com

     5:48pm  I had a great presentation right now in front of the taqueria. These two girls.

     5:54pm Jessica hooked me up with a cigarette in front of the Star E. Rose. I appreciate it, Jessica. Everybody gets credit, thanks.
                  
     6:24pm  I am still here at the coffee shop. I've told my story a couple times. This older man really enjoyed it. Some great entertainment. In front of the BBQ place next to Star E. Rose. Right now I'm going to sit down and read this book Chris Lacy gave me. It's a Carlos Castaneda book. It's called The Journey to Ixtlan. Lessons of don Juan. By the author of The Teachings of don Juan.

                   Whoa, the first quote in the book. I really need to put it in my collection. The first quote in the book.[typing this up on 7-15, I lost the book, so I don't know what the quote is.  I'll download it whenever I proofread this.  Argh, I'm proofreading this on 8-9.  I downloaded it, but I can't find a quote.  Maybe it's on the coverback or something.  Actually, I just downloaded an .rtf copy and found it, I think.  It was probably this one I was talking about back in April:

                   "For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worth-while challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly."
- Don Juan

     6:33pm  Andrea, I tried to tell her my story, but instead she volunteered me a soda. I appreciate it, Andrea. You know what I'm doing.

     6:54pm  I forgot to mention, I was sitting down reading my book at the coffee shop. Eric and Cody showed up and brought me to their house. We're going to smoke some marijuana, some more. I was smoking some hash this morning at the house.

     8:04pm  I got bored with Eric and Cody. They got me stoned as hell with their gravity-bong, so I felt like telling somebody my story. I rode the bus and walked to Karen's house, where the VW van is, 4831 31st, but nobody was home! I need my layers. It's getting cold. My pack's in there. I'm going to walk to Alberta and go hang out at the coffee shop and tell my story.

     9:45pm  Sixty five is the count I have of how many little papers I get off of one sheet of paper. I just wrote out two sheets of paper's worth of little slips, so I've got a pocketful of a hundred and thirty. That's how many I've been giving out daily lately, sixty five. I wrote them all out and then beautiful Emily, she made me a delicious sandwich. Thanks for feeding the peace machine, Emily. She's beautiful. I love her so much.

     10:15pm  I made my way back to Karen's house, but nobody still wasn't there. I figured hmm, I have to get in this house somehow. It's getting cold. Oh shit, I saw there's a pet-door. I reached inside and tried to unlock the door, but that didn't work. Then it dawned on me that my streamlined ass could easily fit through that pet door. I just went in through the pet-door. I went inside, got my bag, put it outside, went back in and locked the door again. Then I came back out through the pet-door. I didn't even turn the lights on. Man, if they would've caught me in the process, I'd tell them, "Hey man, I need my shit. It's cold."

     10:32pm  I went to the house and got my stuff. I crawled in through the pet-door. I put my stuff in the van. I am missing my thermal bottoms. I am going to go see if they are at the Alberta House. I think I took them off there earlier.

     11:51pm  Ha, I just hit up a cop for my story. He was sitting in his car. I walked up to him and said, "Good evening, officer. Are you busy?" He asked me what I wanted and I offered to tell him a really interesting story. He said sure. After the mission-objectives he told me, "I don't think I'm interested because of your stances." I told him, "Well, that's exactly why I ask. Thanks anyway."

                      Be sure to download The Botany of Desire. By Michael Pollen.  Here's the reviews at the front.

 

Every schoolchild learns about the mutually beneficial dance of honeybees and flowers: The bee collects nectar and pollen to make honey and, in the process, spreads the flowers' genes far and wide. In The Botany of Desire, Michael Pol Ian ingeniously demonstrates how people and domesticated plants have formed a similarly reciprocal relationship. He masterfully links four fundamen­tal human desires—sweetness, beauty, intoxication, and control—with the plants that satisfy them: the apple, the tulip, marijuana, and the potato. In telling the stories of four familiar species, Pollan illustrates how the plants have evolved to satisfy humankind's most basic yearn­ings. And just as we've benefited from these plants, we have also done well by them. So who is really domesticating whom?
 
'[Pollan] has a wide-ranging intellect, an eager grasp of evolutionary biology and a subversive streak that helps him to root out some won­derfully counterintuitive points. His prose both shimmers and snaps, and he has a knack for finding perfect quotes in the oddest places.... Best of all, Pollan really loves plants."
The New York Times Book Review
 
'A wry, informed pastoral."
The New Yorker
 
'We can give no higher praise to the work of this superb science writer/ reporter than to say that his new book is as exciting as any you'll read."
Entertainment Weekly
'A whimsical, literary romp through man's perpetually frustrating and always unpredictable relationship with nature." —Los Angeles Times



 

                      Even if you just read the chapter on marijuana, it's a pretty cool book.

     1:10am  This random girl I talked to on Alberta, Kelly. I asked her if I could tell her my story and she invited me over to her apartment. I told her like almost all of my stories. She gave me some food and The Botany of Desire, that book I mentioned earlier. Thanks for helping me educate the masses, Kelly.

Next day..

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