That, at essence, there is Rationalism. That if only Rationality reigned supreme all would be well and enlightened. That God is unneeded but that Rationality cannot be done without. That there still is demanded an answer to the question… if not for me, then certainly for another. 

In fact, God is rather stupid. Only a squib would pay homage to such a stale impotent idol. But to that which is rational, or scientific and of the ancestry of the weighted and the peer-reviewed, be glorified and exalted. Let it be in the high places and us be in the low. 

I’ve never been north of San Francisco. I mean I have. I am as I write this, in Seattle. But I mean like in a metaphorical sense. The farthest north I’ve been is right past San Francisco; you get past the bridge and the world instantly becomes a jungle there are all these exits and they all seem to go to nowhere so you turn into the lookout parking lot, look at San Francisco, and drive back into San Francisco. 

Maybe I’ll do it. Finish my trip sliding my way back down the western coast of lower North America, also called USA. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll stay here for a while. 

I left for this “trip” from San Diego so one may wonder how is it that I’m in Seattle coming from San Diego but have not been just north of San Francisco? Wouldn’t just north and way further north of San Francisco be places I’d have to be in order to eventually find myself in the northwest most point of the lower 48? Yes, if I took a straight shot. But I didn’t, I traveled up through Vegas then Salt Lake then went all over Montana; Bozeman, Billings, Missoula, Philipsburg– a secret paradise, and Paradise, yes the name of the place, and yes an accurate descriptor. Like a literal strip of heaven….. so then after all that I have made it to Seattle. 

There’s a mystery in the thought of going back south from here. That mystery, the State of Jefferson, is an area (frankly I don’t know much about these days) at the northern end of California, where some folks got it into their head “freedom!” and decided that they were gonna do their own thing. 

So say I do go down the coast, and say I don’t care much for Tacoma or Portland so I keep on going… I’d eventually reach the end of the line: Free State of Jefferson. Of course, there’s more south of there, what with the rent camps in San Fran, the WASP nest of the central coast, the glamour and mystique of Hollyweed, and the whatever San Diego is. 

Free State of Jefferson, end of the line. What if it’s not a vibe either? Am I off to Spain? Will I even have money for Spain? I guess I could always sell the prius. That would fund a plane ticket.

I don’t want to be homeless. I also don’t want to be a wage slave. But I also think a lot of innovation is not such and I wouldn’t know what esoterica of economics I could pursue and actually want to pursue. 

Life is so short. Life is so much this life. Like track it to the end and you may hope in afterlifes or rebirth but track it to the end and it looks like after our expiration dates we just go rotten, in need of being chucked. 

In this youth I hope to bring sweetness. I hope to aspire and to achieve. I do not know what I’ll achieve I only can say that life needs living. And I don’t see much living, but perhaps that is due to the blinders I’ve had on. Maybe it’s because I just needed to be back in the trees and oh Washington has trees. And grass. And an ocean. Maybe I’ll hang here. 

When I emerge from the forest do not fear.

No pajamas out the house. Sweatpants: fine; no pjs.

Appendage: let’s still keep the whole sweats in public thing to a minimum if we can thanks

Here’s a suggestion for the n number of people that still use cable… I know it’s at least 8 or 9 people so this will be a worthy blog entry.

When you have in mind to begin mindlessly watching television, in order to avoid watching commercials and also impress onto yourself in a moment of lethargy a bit of discipline, I challenge you to find something you’d like to watch, mindlessly albeit, and proceed to click onto the channel. Once you’ve landed on the channel (assuming you have a DVR which most all cable boxes do) pause your show/movie/porno. Then spend 10 minutes doing something of excitement, like busting out some pushups, getting some sunlight, reading a Financial Times article; all the while happily anticipating the satisfying mindlessness yet to be all yours.

What makes this exercise so wonderful is not the fact that by spending 10 or 15 minutes doing something productive you get to watch your content without commercial breaks, or the fact that you have done something worthwhile and then have awarded yourself in some capacity, releasing that swell stuff dopamine up in your cranium… the wonder of this practice is the absolutely unquestionably blissful experience of skipping through ads.

If I could get an HBO subscription where they played regular cable commercials but you could skip through all of them, I’d prefer that over no commercials. To just watch Flo and pill ads and organic dog food bags flash across the screen for a few seconds is like heaven come down to earth. No beginning and no end and no Wegovy theme songs. Ah yes.

Cheers!

Finna buy a white jet,

really get lost in the clouds.

Finna give that’s all I get,

really get lost in the crowds.