From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road

In the morning I begin another one of my road trips, except this time I have no particular destination in mind, and journey for no purpose other than the feel of the road beneath my wheels. I'll most likely be starting a new contract soon, and wanted to grab one more adventure before settling in behind cubical walls.

I promise copious photos and interesting stories from my (paper) journal when I return.

In the meantime, I owe some answers about RDF to some folks, as well as a couple of book reviews. I just finished the RDF posting, and I'm going to try for one of the reviews, but the other, on Geek Love will never occur, I'm afraid. I found I could not finish the book.

Geek Love is a story that's based on the human drama, played out in a circus sideshow. Unfortunately, since I was a small child, I've always hated sideshows, freakshows, anything of this nature. I can't stand Ripley's Believe It or Not, and positively loath Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe in Seattle. I once watched the Movie Freaks when I was younger, and had nightmares for months.

I have no doubt that Geek Love is wonderfully written -- the reviews of it are incredible. But the subject defeats me, and I must apologetically and regretfully return the book to the library. Denise, sorry!

TTFN