I think I am in heaven. I got my new phone. I downloaded this application called pandora radio that a couple friends have told me about. You enter a favorite artist, and it starts playing that kind of music. Anyone who knows me could easily guess Bob Marley would be my first choice. I've been listening to great reggae for 30 minutes now, and I may never take these earphones out. Life is just so much better with reggae music.
Its Friday on south beach. I remember dreading weekends here because all the drunks would be out, interrupting my peace, as I tried to sleep in the bed of my truck. Now, at the hostel, they are mostly in the lobby and outside, so they don't bother me.
When I was out earlier trying to get the last few things done on my day off, I recognized the weekend aggitation that is so pronounced here. Some are anxious to start their weekends, or already have. Others are anticipating, or are already experiencing the impatience of the self-absorbed horde. Soon to be the self-absorbed, drunk horde.
I had coffee today with an archetecture grad student who is designing a personal, portable, maybe wearable, shelter system. He wanted to talk to me because of my experiences being homeless, he learned about me from his archetetural theory professor, who happens to be married to my former major professor. First off, the two professors are a couple of the coolest people I know, and second, this guy had an awesome idea that is potentially very meaningful on many levels. Its the sort of thing that could help homeless people in a direct survival way, but also help by making them less offensive to the rest of society. Maybe even a resource. I guess I shouldn't publish any details, but I really enjoyed meeting him, and hope to follow his progress.
So I started looking for boats today. Its still too early; I don't have enough money yet, but it is time to start looking. I'm exploring where is the best for me to live.
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Saturday after work now, I just kind of drifted off last night listening to reggae, then chicago blues, then classic blues. I don't have my earphones now, so maybe I'll finish this posting.
I think, no, I know I am happy to be back at the hostel. I am sad about how things ended with my friend, but I am happy to lose the ties that I accepted there. Attachment to an apartment, and a mutual dependence. Living in hostels is a little irritating, but I like the freedom to be able to move anytime I want.
Sometimes in the morning when I'm shaving, I reflect that I have been transient for seven months now. And I remember that it is the lifestyle that I chose, and the one that I want. But I want to have a permanent, mobile livingspace. A lifespace that I can take anywhere in the world I want, and that is powered by the wind and the tide, not by petroleum; a sailboat.
I am digging this phone. They fixed a lot of things I didn't like about the first generation. There are still a couple bugs I've found, but they kept the good stuff, and overall I'm happy. Need to get a better pair of earphones, and tweek the preferences a little, but for the most part, bravo t-mobile,
I'm still hanging on to my higher power and trusting that he is living through me. My challenges are pretty small.
Okay, I have to confess, I put the earphones back on, and I've got some ziggy marley streaming. I've had a couple beers, and I am definitely losing my focus on this blog. I probably need to just post it.
Love the camera in this phone. I even have a flash now. Great pictures to come, I'm sure.
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