W is for Winging It
My passion that I am choosing to pursue during our month on is a search for freedom, adventure, and self. And I plan to wing it. I will be hitch-hiking through Washington, Oregon, and California with the goal of reaching Santa Cruz before beginning my return to Olympia. The general path that I’m envisioning is one that goes East from Olympia, down Eastern Oregon and Northeastern California, and across California’s central valley to Santa Cruz and the central coast. On the way back up to Washington I plan to travel along the Pacific coast all the way up to the Olympic Peninsula before completing the home stretch to Olympia. This month-long trip will be a solo one and I’ll be living minimally off of what I bring in my pack and a small amount of cash for groceries and supplies when absolutely needed. My mode of transportation will be mostly a combination of rides from others and walking, although I am open to the idea of taking a bus or two in case something goes wrong. I plan to spend at least 4 days of this journey on a backpacking trip in a wilderness area so much of what I am bringing with me is camping gear (tent, water purifier, lightweight stove, etc). Part of my project will include an internal conversation with Jack Kerouac about his book On the Road and its relation to my experience of being on the road.
I want to feel freedom, to gain a new confidence in myself and what I am capable of. I want to connect further with society, nature, and who I am and to get closer to discovering my place in it all. I want to step out and wing it. I hope to draw from this experience a greater understanding of the world around me as well as the world within myself. All that I am sure of regarding the outcome of this journey is that I will be changed in some way, and that I will have grown.
ABCs and 123s – weekly log and field notes
- W – Week 5 Log March 2, 2013 February 5th (Evergreen campus to Port Townsend, WA) 6 hrs: on the road 3 hrs: reading 1 hr: journaling 1 hr: Bachelardian reverie February 6th (Port Townsend to Port Angeles, WA) 7 hrs: on the road 1 ...
- W – Week 6 Log March 1, 2013 February 10th (Lincoln City to Tugman State Park/Coos Bay, OR) 6 hours: Hitchhiking 2 hours: reading 1 hour: writing 1/2 hour: watching the ocean February 11th (Tugman State Park/Coos Bay to Bandon. OR/Commune) 6 hours: Hitchhiking 1 ...
- W – Week 7 Log February 28, 2013 February 17th (Santa Barbara) 2 hours: reading 1 hour: homework/writing 2 hours: walking on the beach 1 hour: playing music February 18th (Santa Brabara to Santa Cruz, CA) 5 hours: driving back to Santa Cruz 1 hour: ...
- W – Week 8 Log February 27, 2013 February 24th (Davis to The Big Sur, CA) 4 hours: driving 3 hours: hiking 6 miles 1 hour: reading 1 hour: journaling/homework February 25th (The Big Sur, CA) 3 hours: hiking 5 miles 2 hours: reading .5 hours: ...
Bachelardian Reverie
- Week 5 Bachelardian Reverie March 4, 2013 “‘There is something marvelously soft in the study of nature which attaches a name to every being, a thought to every name affection and memories to every thought'” (page 31) Wow. ...
- Week 6 Bachelardian Reverie March 3, 2013 Reverie Prompt: pp 88, 93 Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie: “Reveries of idealization develop, not by letting oneself be taken in by memories, but by constantly ...
- Week 7 Bachelardian Reverie March 2, 2013 Reverie Prompt: pp 139, 141 Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie: “When I read this line by Edmond Vandercammen: ‘My childhood goes back to that wheaten bread,’ ...
- Week 8 Bachelardian Reverie March 1, 2013 “The night dream does not belong to us. It is not our possession. With regards to us, it is an abductor, the most disconcerting of abductors: it abducts our being ...
Poetry
- Week 5 Poetry Out of mind, his father boarded his boat, “The Midnight”, and rode out on the ocean to drown in the darkness. (Drowned) His mother stood on the rubble of the Twin Towers, as a hundred ...
- Week 6 Poetry (Your) pheromones passed my nostrils and melted all but my skin. Everything liquid I’m in there somewhere, swimming sinking diving drowning. And suddenly I am drained and my body is dry and thirsty and I am a fish flopping on a ...
- Week 7 Poetry The passion of the world like gravity tugs at our rags and magnetizes us. That which makes us tame and unraveled and untame with its limits and its limitlessness Strange little prince who tugs at my rags and asks me ...
- Week 8 Poetry God, you’re a vampire sucking my blood. You’re eating me up But… The world’s full of campfires Lights in the night Keep you’re head up We roam the night with our hands tightly tied In search of a bite to ...
- Other Poetry 1. To you, the kid’s crazy like stars’ dazzling sentence purple, and flashing internally the moon as punctuation(.) 2. Bow, Sensei 3. Earthen lungs, the ground breathes and blows kisses to the dragon in the sky. Bow to this, Sensei 4. Fog intangible, tangle me until my first taste of ...
Poetry Observed
Fall Term Paper Abstract
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