July 16, 2006

“You want to track each trickle
back to its source
and then scream up the faucet
'til your face is hoarse
cuz you're surrounded by a world's worth
of things you just can't excuse”

So… I don’t really feel like writing anything. I just feel like expressing my thoughts and feelings through quotes. So here is another:

“The heat is so great
it plays tricks with the eye
it turns the road to water
and then from water to sky
and there's a crack in the concrete floor
and it starts at the sink
there's a bathroom in a gas station
and i've locked myself in it to think”

     July 12, 2006

“In a coffee shop in a city
which is every coffee shop
in every city
on a day which is every day
i pick up a magazine
which is every magazine
and read a story then forgot it right away

they say goldfish have no memory
i guess their lives are much like mine
the little plastic castle
is a surprise every time
it's hard to say if they are happy
but they don't seem much to mind”

Okay,
So I have finally told myself to sit down and write another journal/diary. So here I am on my way to Florida from Atlanta in what at times, feels like an unstable motor vehicle that will topple over any minute. But when I sit back and realize that I’m just being paranoid I’m fine. We are two weeks into this monster of a road trip/production. The past week of traveling has probably been the most memorable for me since we began. New Orleans left me with left me with a mixture of emotions upon my arrival and up until my departure. It was hard to see the left over destruction that Katrina had left on the doorsteps in New Orleans: the empty buildings torn apart and left to mold and rot, trash and debris in the streets, piled in front of houses, the abandoned cars on the side of the road. It was hard to swallow at times. But there was definitely an upside - the French Quarter: the energy, the colors, the expressions of old buildings, the smiles, the history. I didn’t want to leave. It was a visitation of mixed emotions.
Memphis, Tennessee followed. After complications of trying to settle on a specific location we all headed to Beale St. (which is comparable to Bourbon St. – but not as much energy in my opinion). Beale St. is definitely a place that I would love to go back to. Alot of music, a lot of culture, a lot of bars and restaurants. I had a really good time walking up and down the blocked off street and taking in my surroundings.
I’m getting along with the crew just famously. There are times when I think I many strangle someone but that’s to be expected right? Right.

Well, I don’t really feel like writing anything else. It’s getting to bumpy on the road and I’m getting nauseous. But thanks for listening…. More to come soon…. Maybe.

     July 4th, 2006

“We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp
on the 4th of July
We sat out on the hood with a couple of warm beers and
Watched the fireworks
Explode in the sky
And there was an exodus of birds from the trees
But they didn’t know, we were only pretending
And the people all looked up and looked pleased
And the birds flew around like the whole world was ending
And I don’t think war is noble
And I don’t like to think that love is like war
But I got a big hot cherry bomb, and I want to slip it
Through the mail slot
Of your front door”
-Ani DiFranco (Independence Day – Little Plastic Castle)

I guess you could say that I’m a day late and a dollar short on staying persistent with these blogs, but I guess it’s better late than never.
We have been on the road for six days and I am writing from the Blasi Campground out of Wichita, Kansas.
The road has been nice; a lot of different faces … a lot of different places. I guess the highlight thus far would have to be the Grand Canyon. It has to be one of the most gorgeous sights (other than all of Spain) that my eyes have seen.
I think the most interesting part of this road trip is coming in contact with all of the different people from state to state. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere other than California (or New York; or Chicago). The way of life in some of the parts that we have touched are way too quite for a loud, obnoxious, out spoken person as myself. But it is nice to drive through and spend time in those tiny, close-knit communities from time to time; it’s like a breathe of fresh air.
Other than that I am thoroughly enjoying my crew. I though that I was going to bump heads with a few people but it turns out that I enjoy being in their company. Granted, we are still only in the first week, but so far things are going great. When I need my space (and for those who know me and are well aware that I have to have my ‘Michelle’ time) I throw on my headphones, hit the power on my ipod and pull out a book. It seems to do the trick.

So yeah, I’m pretty much done with writing this blog thingy. It’s the fourth of July, I am in the RV all the time, and I now have to chance to sit outside and take in some fresh air: so that is what I am going to do!
Until Next Time,

Michelle

Oh yeah: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY TO YOU ALL!!!!
BE SAFE, BUCKLE UP, AND FIND YOURSELF A DD FOR THE NIGHT (AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE ONE I KNOW SOMEONE OUT IN THE MISSION VIEJO AREA)……