Kansas City

Sup. Video and pictures incoming, rejoice!
Being in Kansas
Stationary Videos
By the way you can find the gallery of all the trip's pictures at that second link, allroadsstartwithyou.imgur.com.

I realize I haven't spoken on the location changes. But i'm two hours into this Starbucks thing and I want my guitar. I'll update it further tomorrow, sit tight with your video and be well.

St. Louis

See ya St. Louis. Thanks for the cheap gas, huge arch, the horrible waiting line for the ride up it to which I said nope, and free attractions within your rippling green grass park of fame and fair. I saw your awesome art in the building that you built for it. I saw your zoo, what with your lonely and sometimes hyperventilating animals, including your hippopotamus and its feces-fiesta. Did you know hippo's tails are actually used to project feces like a pressurized cheese grater? They are. I suggest muting that and pairing it up with Rainy Mood. A blue cheese and chardonnay.

I also took reigns to a wicked kite and was taught how to fly it. I also played guitar and started an awesome song, with a strong positive feel. Today was a good day. Here's a recap in a form that doesn't require literacy. I'm going to chill for a bit while that uploads on this Lowe's Guest Wifi. ---- And it stopped at 30%. I'm going to upload the video tomorrow at a Starbucks, maybe.

Next stop is Kansas City. There i'll plan for a long drive plus camping out for a night to split it up. Except I'm going to be in or around my car so I can't call it camping. Let's call it Cheating. Then I'll be in Denver for a day. Then Salt Lake City. Then I go camp through the Tetons, Yellowstone and hopefully Glacier National park over the course of a month. I have until early to mid September to have the full parks open, but that's totally up to the snow and me.

Sleeping in the car isn't so bad. The only real downside other than my amateur selection of parking space is the lack of ceiling fan. I haven't felt unsafe yet but better to be ready to safeify an area so I also bought a little league aluminum baseball bat, Spiderman flavored, just in case. Dome runs if ever absolutely needed. 14 ounces of prevention are better than a pound of cure.

Onward.

Carbon Footprints

AAaaaaaallllrrriiiiighhttttt, time. I hear your tip-toes in the garden by the window.
I'm buying my lease out and leaving Friday. The roommate thing was not legitimate after all nor actually working out. Hats off to you, leasing office. No hard feelings, just keep your son away from my credit score. I'll pay you.

I'll throw a video of my mobile home's setup in here when I've cleared out all the moving stuff and am in daylight. If I had died today, I would have gone to the Valhalla for Housemaids. 409 pours from all taps, the tables of glass get cleaner with every fingerprint, and multilingual sentient Shamwow pads with hands, obsessive compulsive disorder, and gusto run among the marble bungalows. Noiseless rubber gloves and scented miracles, gilded aprons, tiramisu. Toilets that wipe themselves. Breakfast in bed. Feet masseuse. Haha, feet masseuse. Say that out loud. Shit, I should have died today.

You might say, we already have ovens that clean themselves! Yes! I pressed that button and now my eyes are of a fire hotter than the little sun showering itself in my kitchen. I can see the carbon in the air. It has weight. I'm so sorry pizza drippings... If I had known what the oven would do to you. I would have eaten you with a paint scraper myself.

My first stop is going to be somewhere between Nashville and St. Louis. Probably a Walmart. I need to get to the national parks (and glorious mother CANADA!) before the snow hits so I'm breezing through the great plains to get there. Dont want to wait - I'll have more worth sitting on a corner in Nashville on my return anyways, though that's not exactly true. I'm going to make people custom songs based on whatever they identify for whatever tip they want to provide. Guess I can realistically do that for a an hour +change and then take a break. I want to know how much I can earn doing that, because I do that in my car all day. Gets me all giddy.

Back to eating eggs with hot sauce, chia seeds and apricots. Actually quite nice. Two different bowls there, though a milkshake of that might be refreshing.

But I want Chick-Fil-A. What do they feed those chickens, nicotine?

On Ghost Notes and Rebound

T minus ∞ until I move out. First world problems. Credit shenanigans with the potential tenant. She did not pass go and actually lost $35, she did. Shame. In anticipation of a successful leasey loophole barrel roll my apartment was stripped bare like a body via sky burial so I'm sleeping on inflatables and living like I'm already in this large, broken vehicle with plumbing. Not so bad, but I still pee in bottles and leave them outside behind trees and bins because I will be prepared for this trip. Anyways, as I write this, one more good potential fell through and two more are inquiring. Time will tell.

I'll now write a poem. Please enjoy the following poem accompanied by a cup of your favorite and most appropriate state of matter for the circumstance. Tell your mother you'll be back, the casserole can wait. Or don't read it and keep going, I truly don't care and will never know.

"
One foot to shore, the other treads
This nascent space.
Resented roof, unfettered head
Sew patient days, each end to end.
Doth time wait for any lease?

To sail though one may care to sink,
To craft time worth its' memory,
To sleep where most tote groceries,
All of these may come to I
But here I sit, I stay.

Filling bottles with the waste
Of freedom and its' summoned will!
To carry far the burden
Of life that begs, fulfil!

But here I stay, I sleep on bags
Of borrowed air and swallow beans,
In comfort from the elements
I write and weep;

One foot to shore, the other treads
The nascent space, within me.
"

Actually that would be a song if I gave it two chords, so maybe the songs I haven't ever developed past words are just poems and I have hundreds. So I'm a poet now. Wasn't expecting to accomplish that today, but I've done that before between being born and graduating college so it's fine.

Bernard Purdie now offers you advise on life.
....As long as you groove.
Every enjoyed anything as much as he enjoyed that?
Me neither. Can't even do that with ice cream. Its a life goal of mine.
"Enjoy something as much as Sir Purdie does the Purdie Shuffle."


GO FORTH ALL YE WITH WILL.
FEEL IT, WHATEVER MAY OCCUPY YOU
FOR YOU AS YOU ARE HERE CAN ONLY HAVE THIS AS IT IS NOW ONCE-
AS CHANGE IS THE FABRIC OF EXPERIENCE.
THOUGH MORE ALWAYS FOLLOWS AND IT ALWAYS HAS,
IT IS NEVER THE TIME TO DISREGARD WHAT IS NOW:
LIFE IN ITS ENTIRETY.

Peace.

GoProted

Smear my mandibles with cream cheese and tell the President, A Video! 

This GoPro is sick. Its the size of an egg. I'm going to record so many moving images. The fish lens makes everything I shoot look like its a professional sport. Next video I put up will be the interior of my next apartment, which is my car. I'm about 90% through organizing the materials, finances, backups plans, sustenance, etc for the trip, and about 10% with the actual itinerary. Radical. Its coming together nicely and I'll have the room for the essentials. In particular my body. Tubular.

Depending on the weather i'm going to stroll through Nashville a bit after all. Wichita is not worth driving to immediately when I have all the time in the world. Oh and there's no national parks in this barren parkless belt that goes from all of Kansas, the width of  Kansas, north. I wonder why God didn't put any national parks there. Probably because its all corn. Fields and fields of danger corn. 

The sort of non-organic corn you mourn for. I'll be moving everything out, getting my body assessed by professionals, and researching the hidden gems of the United States the rest of this week. But FIRST - The Dreamtime.

Precursor

Hello. It’s Brian - I told you I would make a blog, and this is the first post. Yes, I am actually going to live in my car for the next few months, travel the United States writing song, living like a bum eating flies and drinking second-hand water and rattlesnake blood. You may say: "He is foolish." or "He's going to join a pack of wolves and become violent and intelligible." Or. "I am jealous." You're right. I myself am thrilled and overjoyed because I can actually start towards what I'm looking for from life. They say it ends either way.

I want to experience more and become great to myself. So I left my job and my lease and my materials except for my car and my guitar+. The Green Machine and Shira, though depending on the adventure I may rename my car. I wanted to spend time getting down with the fundamentals, what actually exists. Doing this means more to me than having a microwave on deck, throwing burritos in a chamber that makes them too hot to eat immediately and then beeps, living better than a king ever did. 

I am doing this to help push myself towards the only thing I really care about other than not having tapeworms and generally remaining alive: Music. I am and am not made for performance, I am and am not made for expression, I am and am not as practised as I need to be, I am still in great need of polishing and discipline and focus. I do this because the only way to get what you want is to start now and get it. What I am looking to create for myself is actually scary to me. Yep. Sound like you too? Cool. You probably haven't even heard my music/voice/actual effort and style if you're 99.999% of the people I've ever known, but it exists and this is being undertaken to cultivate and share it. Its worth it.

So such begins the adventure. No matter what you do in life, you will meet resistance, you will be dissuaded, you will be misweighed, and all that you have and all that you desire will flicker and waver as though to make sure you actually do want it. If you give up, you never get it. If you take an easier way out, you grow weak in your own way and to yourself you become a hindrance, you remain unmastered, maybe you regret. So I say: struggle for what you want, for you will struggle either way. You will get you what you are looking for in time, or you were doing what you loved while you pursued it and you don't. Who knows. There is only one way to find out, and the journey is the heart of it anyways. But there is something to be said about trying.

Or you can be Buddhist and be completely content with what you have. That's always a solid bet, but I’m going to try that after I'm at least 40 probably, unless I lose my hands in a bearfight sooner. Or maybe I find out this isn't what I want at all. 

Who knows. This is why I wander. Otherwise, I am only words. And if all else fails I had a kickass roadtrip when I was ready for it.

Go forth.