I'm bad at making decisions and tend to delay them up to the point when I am forced to make them because no further options for delay are available. One of these options is safer, blander, will cost more gas money and guarantees me a place to sleep (i.e. truck bed) bar interference from The Man. The other option is far more romantic, costs less gas money and is more likely to leave me embarrassingly stranded. Like, I am pretty sure I correctly fixed and reassembled my front brake assembly the other day, but I am still a very amateur motorcycle mechanic, if you dig. Also one of these options involves me leaving at about nine in the morning and the other involves me leaving at six if not earlier and we all know I am lazy. I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.
I'm Still Not Sure Whether I Will Take My Truck or My Motorcycle to the Arivaca Film Expo Tomorrow
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I could laze out, wake up at 10 A.M. and not go at all. Then I could stare dully at the board for the rest of the day waiting for someone to post, which no-one will do because it is Saturday. However, if I do succeed at making it to the Film Expo by motorcycle, rail pump-cart, dirigible, Nah-Beg or other means, 70/30 my reaction is likely to be: "Most of these films are terrible. Why did I risk my being steering my motorcycle over a rope-bridge lashed together from dead Mexicans to surpass those treacherous steaming sands for this. Where can I buy a gotdamn Klondike sandwich in this benighted place." Life, people -- it's an endless game of Choose Your Own Adventure and inevitably as unsatisfying as "Inside UFO 54-40."
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http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=794086
Life will present you with many "choices". Perhaps you will attempt to attack the aliens and be zapped by their laser beams. Maybe you will try to commandeer their spaceship and accidentally crash it into a moon. Luciferian teaching says that each choice leads down a new path. Next Level thinking is that all paths are essentially equal and that only by abandoning choices altogether and following the strict example of Ti and Do will you reach the mythical "Ultima", or as we call it, the Evolutionary Level Above Human.
When Comet Hale-Bopp arrived, many in our group felt that we had made successful choices and that we were about to obtain our heavenly reward. However, Ti and I knew that the UFO Companion was not going to seek us out; we had to take positive and drastic action to reach the Next Level. Instead of following traditional religious conventions and making a reasonable "choice", we knew the only way to obtain our dreams was through "turning directly to page 101", in this case downing 50 capsules worth of phenobarbital a piece, and suffocating the disciples who were having trouble keeping it down.
To us, this is our "Ultima", and my wish is that you are equally successful in your quest to ride UFO 54-40 to it! We'll be waiting for you!
Truck
I pussed out. The film festival was largely as I expected it might be but I tried to keep an open mind and mostly enjoyed myself. Probably my favorite movie was a doc on the rediscovery of Pre-Columbian hydrology techniques, which says a lot about how dull I am these days. Also I found the organizer's little psychedelic flicks to be surprisingly enjoyable and bought a copy of one of his movies that is scored by Richard Bone. I have a hunch that many substances are consumed by the good burghers of Arivaca. Also the old cowboy actor who played old cowboy actor Max Biggs in one of the features celebrated his 85th birthday at the event, it was kind of sweet. After this I went on some failed archaeological expeditions in Mexico. Based on an issue of Desert from 1948 I tried to locate both the ruins of Sasabe Viejo east of present-day Sasabe and the ancient fortified Papago well near Pozo Verde but found neither. Perhaps I should have leaned on a source that was more recent than 60 years old. Maybe this stuff has all returned to the sand or maybe the spirits are thwarting me. It did look like the village at Pozo Verde had been demolished in the past five years or so, red brick scattered everywhere. An eerie post-human habitation landscape. I followed a 4x4 track for many miles to the border crossing at San Miguel but the resident patrullero turned me back around because only true Indians may pass there. So I had to retrace my tracks which was a slightly hairy task given that my truck is only a 4x2. I bumped into the Mexican Army again in the outback but I am getting used to this -- you just act like a dumb gringo (which in my case does not require Brando capabilities) and ride it out. I returned to Arivaca the back way through the Buenos Aires NWR and Coronado NF but the time portal did not handily reveal itself to me. Then I had a draft Dos Equis at La Gitana and gave up and went home. Would have liked to stay out there longer but The World is making irritating claims on my time again. I would consider buying this place (http://tucson.craigslist.org/rfs/615151626.html) but dude needs to come down like $100K. If you want to see what this country looks like google "baboquivari peak wilderness" to get an idea.
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pictures like that are great.
this guy takes some wonderful ones in that vein:
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