Going Away Parties

Some pictures are upside down, but whatever. I'll write more later.

Flickr photoset of Going Away Parties.

Much love guys, really. I'll see you on the other side.

Going Away Parties

The parties were awesome. Really. Everything worked out as perfectly as I could have ever hoped. It was a farewell I'll never forget. Both Izak and my parents rock for hosting us. For those who had to turn around from the Green Cove party because T-Mobile shut my phone off early after charging me $200 for not being able to provide Chinese land deeds... please express profane thoughts about corporate America and send the negative energy there way every time you drive buy. Those guys are bastards.



MC Seth












Flickr photoset of the Going Away Parties.

Much love guys, really. I'll see you on the other side.

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Last Dispatch from Riverside

T minus two days.

It's getting weird. Last night was weirdest of all. It's one thing buying tickets and running around town preparing for my grand exit... but throwing away most of the accumulated "stuff" I've gathered over the years was tough. Weirdest of all was tossing clothes. Anybody who knows me knows that I am not a fashionable man. I'm as anti-trend as they come and I buy for durability and minimalism. But, man... throwing clothes away was hard. I have a giant yardwork garbage bag of the old band t-shirts and whatnot that I couldn't give away. It's going in the attic. Diane is letting me stay downstairs now that someone else has moved upstairs. I was up till 6:30 last night finishing up clearing the flat out then woke up again at 11:30 to help her move in.

A lot of people want to know how I feel... well, here are some thoughts:

First I feel like I'm about to slam into a brick wall. Not in a bad way... it's just I'm moving very fast towards something large and beyond my knowledge. I have no idea what China is or what the Chinese are like. It's just a big one-dimensional block that is directly in front of me that encompasses all of my peripheral vision.

Second, I feel like I'm committing some ritualistic suicide. This is harder to explain and there's no reason to freak out, it's not as macabre as it sounds. It has a lot to do with Nick and Richard's deaths and my justification thereof... but I'm more or less killing the life I've spent a decade building in Jacksonville. I'm fully aware of the realities that I'll never hear from most of the people I hung with in my years here ever again. That's fine, that's life anyway... it just exacerbates when you move overseas. It's suicide in that I'm killing off that part of my life where I have to at least try to fit in, where I have to get the 9-5, where I'm supposed to be looking for a breeding partner, buy house, talk mutual funds, watch American Idol... all that stuff. It's not me.

I don't fit into the mainstream of American culture and the corruption and commodification of the counter-culture ideal is more repulsive every day. Out here in Riverside, even bikes become trendy. People sing songs about them, where shirts with them, name bands after them.... and hey, I love bicycles and deplore what cars have done to the sub/urban landscape... but at some point it looses any real meaning and becomes a fashionable trend like rolling the legs on your jeans up.

It sounds more dark than it really is, but this life I know is dead. Once I step foot on that plane, it's gone... and I'm doing it to myself.

Get Well Cards

Anybody who's in debt to the Karma Police, here's your bail:

My little niece is in at Wolfson's Children Hospital. We just confirmed she has leukemia. She's nine years old. Needless to say, the prognosis is fairly grim. She'll be in the hospital for at least another fifteen(!) weeks for chemo, then a transplant, and then she goes home. She'll be out of school for at least nine months to a year recovering at home. After that, there's a 15% chance of relapse.

Her mother, my step-sister, reads her e-cards everyday. If you've got a minute, just start one out "I'm a friend of your Uncle Trey..." and do the standard get-well routine.

Here's the e-card link at CaringBridge.