Sunday, April 30, 2006
Global Night Commute
- wrong turn, 3 extra miles, 4 hours of beautiful scenery, heavy backpack, discovered the marina, fresh smell of fish, bonding with the homes
- feeling as if we will never arrive, getting there, and feeling so wonderful that we didn't decide we would never arrive
- writting impassioned letters to president bush, listening to people sing, play guitar and drums, talk about peace and share vegan snacks
- sleep under the stars through the cold night under a palm tree in front of Santa Monica City Council, hearing the hum of traffic wizz by on the free way and feeling good about not being in my own bed.
- waking up at 5:30 in the morning, meeting more cool people, not caring that I hadnt brushed my teeth in 48 hours and then using the port-apoty to take care of business
- walking away from the 400 odd individuals, ready to take on 10 more miles with 4 beautiful women
- stopping at a coffe shop and explaining to many people about the war and what it means for kids like us in Uganda
- drinking a wonderful americano without guilt
- casually talking with a man who ended up being Braddigan from Dispath and his friend tyrone wells, recieving much applause, friendly hug, 3 CD's, phone number and email and a photograph (and feeling very blessed to have met such a cool guy)
- walking all the way to venice beach and choosing the sceanic route
- noticing its nearly 8am and meeting the faces of the other people who slept on the streets, but not in protest
- hearing a nice homeless man speak his poetry, buy him his breakfast, and talk about def jams
- almost peeing my pants and being let into a liquor store just so i could use the bathroom that was for "employees only" by the nice arab man who explained to me how america worked because he figured (due to my oversized backpack) that I was from Europe
- walking that final stretch up the hill to my little haven that looks over los angeles
- collapsing onto the floor, flooded in my own sweet and looking at the clock, deciding that this time last week, I was just getting out of bed
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kara anne girod. i went to the website. i'm moved. breathtaken. not really knowing how to react--you were right, it is incredibly hard to watch. it makes me that much prouder and honored to be your friend and know that you are making steps to make a difference in this world. you are amazing. cannot wait to be by your side and working to change the world together. love love love.
That sounds so awesome Kara, I can't believe you met Brad Corrigan, that's so cool... You pretty much rock
Kara, you are not allowed to move outside of our relationship anymore, even if it's for Braddigan. Sorry, your window of oppurtunity is closed, but you can encourage him to get to work on that next CD with Dispatch.
...Ok FINE, you can cheat on me this ONCE. He is, afterall, awesome.
...Ok FINE, you can cheat on me this ONCE. He is, afterall, awesome.
you called me today, and that means i get to hang out with you, probably tomorrow. yay!
on a side note, those letters that you have to type in to post comments, are they ever so skewed that you're not really sure what letters they are? that happens to me sometimes. huh.
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on a side note, those letters that you have to type in to post comments, are they ever so skewed that you're not really sure what letters they are? that happens to me sometimes. huh.
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