I’d like to say I was on drugs when this photo was taken.
I’m digging through boxes looking for stuff from 11 years ago—boxes that need labels. I put these labels on my mental list of “things I don’t care if I ever do.” There can only be so much allocating. Time is this funny elastic thing.
I got bored rummaging and couldn’t find all of the photos from my stint in Switzerland. I’ve got oodles of student work at my disposal from the quarter spent in design school there… but that’s all i’ve been able to unearth.
Without failing to mention the transit pass posted above, which I like to call “Eyes Wide Open” or “Latka Gravas/Vic Ferrari says cheese”
Ah 11 years…
Now throw in the increased probability that someone can re-find you online after those 11 years, that’s funny too.
What I was hoping to find was some trace of Lydia—a compadre from Pennsylvania who suffered alongside me as we tried to make school go as fast as possible (so we could go out and have fun).
Students gave us, ‘those-people-are-temporary‘ eyes… But we had blast anyway. Took all sorts of time to exhaust a Eurorail pass and see Kurt Cobain before Hole drove him gonzo.
Anyways, Lydia called today and we couldn’t cram it all in over the phone. This is something that requires carbs and wine. Oh there’s lots of stories there, but it’s late and now I just remembered something.
I owed my old apartment mate in Switzerland money. I should really try and Google her and set things right.
I don’t think it’s too late to repay, time is this funny elastic thing.
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Portrait of the artist as a young cub 😉
While it’s always fun to check up on old mates, sometimes it’s best to leave well enough alone. The idea behind this being that if you were in the same “place” (mentally, spiritually, etc) you would still be close friends. Of course, this doesn’t mean you could have drifted apart only to find yourselves back on a similar path (and become friends again).
It’s good to remember the past, as long as you don’t live in it.
I was struck by the line: “and see Kurt Cobain before Hole drove him gonzo.”
At least we still have THE GREAT GONZO.
On the heels of Hunter S. Thompson’s own curtain call, it was a brilliant turn
of phrase. One that might indicate that gonzo has an entirely new meaning now.
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