To quote Brittany, oops, I did it again.

In regards to the last post.

I hate the economy. I hate economic down turns. For nothing, against everything. The last shall be first and the first shall be last. Hail Jesus. My brain drips from my teeth and out of you mouth on to the floor where some place so long before. I'm quite tired and must admit to the absurdity to writing in this right now. But thats beside the point.

Goddamn, I forgot this thing existed.

I do get into bikes in a big way some might say. This May, it is Olympia where I should hope to stay and build bicycle frames all day. Maybe even sooner... Regardless, I've secretly have chosen my "career" path while absent. Bikes, bikes, bikes. They're great because they don't require any of that heavy thinking stuff. And I ain't so great at that heavy thinking stuff. Plus I suck at holding a steady job that demands sitting at a desk for hours on end shoving my metaphorical thumb up my ass (and sometimes literal when I get really bored.) But that's beside the point. The point is I get to do something that involves craftspeopleship, aesthetic touch, and community involvement all in one profession. Too bad I'm gonna eat and live like shit for the next 30 years on the meager paycheck I earn from the whole industry. At least I got two years before I have to start paying back for tuition.

You know whats great? Reading through your old post while that sensation of watching a car crash in slow motion crawls up your throat. No really, its painful to read some of that shit. Not because of bad memories (half the time, I don't what the fuck I'm talking about) but its all too trite and reactionary for my current taste. I guess this is that whole getting jaded and old thing, right? I am a junior in college after all, so I'll just blame it on Nietzsche and call it good.

Peace out y'all. Post again in a year (at this rate.)

P.S. Shimano's Front Freewheel System is the worst thing ever. Honest.

So one year ago, I was starting my summer at the bottom of a shit ocean where all the fish live, eat and breath shit. It sucked. So after one whole year of mind-fucking occurrences, its surprising to see where I am now. One year ago, I was down, love-sick, drained, relieved, confused, immature, and in a multitude of corrosive relationships. Now I'm not saying that any of that has actually changed (at all), but now I'm finally able look back and realized that I've done more to help myself in the past year than I've done in my entire life. I've gotten more active in social action, become a much better (although still shitty) musician, more attentive to issues of oppression, became a street medic, and now I'm sitting in a lodging room in the middle of the woods getting training to become a certified Wilderness First Responder (WFR). Fuck, I even climbed a mountain yesterday. And now, at the end of the summer, I'll be heading back to Minnesota for the Republican National Convention to medic and indubitably get the shit kicked out of me for a cause I'm not 100% behind; I just want everyone to have adequate healthcare, dammit. It'll be weird being back in that place again now that I'm not the same person who left there, but it should be interesting irregardless. I guess I do still love MN a little, even though the weather, people, school system and memories completely fucked me over.

Anyway, WFR training is fun. We have 3 major simulations with 3 different roles (primary responder, secondary responder and patient), and today was my turn as a primary responder. I did pretty well; successfully treated a patient with a full impalement wound potentially going through volume shock and dealing with some level of ASR. I have my final exam on Saturday. Then its back to Olympia where I'll be until RNC/DNC time. Maybe I'll go to Indiana in the mean time.