self-archive part three
San Francisco:I left in the rainiest rain, too early Monday morning. I was paranoid that the rain would make the bus late. I woke up around 6:45am and looked over everything and realized I was indeed packed, but that no, I didn' t want to make breakfast. From the night before, my last "home" breakfast seemed like a great idea. But in reality, I knew I wouldn't have time to wash the pan, and didn't want to leave it for Olyvia to wash - which she surely would've. She might even spell her name with an 'i'.....
At any rate, the night prior I had found an old paycheck, and knew that there were no key or wsecu banks in california, so I should go and deposit it before I leave. I realized that the amtrak station was out in yelm, so there probably wouldn't be many things around it. I got on the 7:18 am bus and got off at the WSECU that is across the street from safeway on martin way. I deposited, I transferred, and I got rained on.
Then I waited for the bus with many a song in my head. It eventually came, and the 64 was basically waiting for me when I got to the station. I sat on the bus with one other fellow who had red hair and seemed very interested in his umbrella.
I got to the amtrak station some time around 8:20. My train didn't leave until 11:20. The attendant laughed at me over that and asked if I had "plenty of reading material". I thought to myself that the phrase 'reading material' makes me think of religious pamphlets and porn. I wonder which group he was assuming I was in.
I sat and read, I drew the lobby, and avoided getting into conversations with another passenger. 22 hours is a long time, I just wasn't ready to make any committments.
Eventually, the 11 train showed up and I got on and was directed to seat 11. Then this lovely female joined me who reminded me of a woman I met in Mexico once. This female is from one of my favorite areas of the world. I hope to visit her someday, when she gets back from her travels and I from mine.
I decided that not eating breakfast was foolish, and that now I would have to pay 7.95$ for a Gardenburger(TR)! Which I did, because I wanted to see what it was like to eat on a train. The only other amtrak I had taken was the City of New Orleans train from Chicago to N.O. It was a night train for the most part and I read Faulkner and listened to Guns n' Roses the whole way. I was alone and admired the south which I had thought I had left so far behind. There were no interactions, no meals, and plenty of hoody.
This train ride was beautiful, I got to wind thru the pacific nw region, watching it rain and rain and rain. I lunched with a couple from San Jacinto, CA and a woman from Cambria. The woman from Cambria was much more suited to my aesthetics and I really enjoyed my time with her. We both agreed that massage is one of the best things you can do for yourself.
I got up and left after my second cup of tea and went into the viewing (I don't know what else to call it) room. It has bigger windows and the seats face them. I was walking thru and I got this sensation to stop. I looked to my right and a very handsome man was sleeping with an Osho book in his lap. I contemplated waking him up for several minutes, and then decided to leave it up to fate and walked away. If we were meant to have a long and interesting conversation that used Osho as a springboard - it would happen, and not because I ruined someone's nap.
I took a nap myself. I don't remember my dream, but woke up overlooking the "beauty" of portland's train depot.
I watched a couple being very sweet with each other, and a train personnel look very crabby.
I left and went for a walk. In the viewing room , there he was again Mr. Osho-reader. He was awake this time, and we started talking and didn't stop until we went our seperate ways to sleep uncomfortably in our seats. He lives in LA and has never been to the Museum of Jurassic Technology. I have sent him on an assignment to go, and report back to me everything. Speaking of MJT, I once read a book for a writing class at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, "Boggs". I saw it a bookstore and as it turns out, it was also written by Mr. Lawrence Weschler. Interesting, to me and maybe one or two of you.
"Boggs" was good by the way. If you like people who draw money or Mr. Weschler's writing style.
I slept and had the strangest dream that involved my fabulous group AIT, my extended family, and a slightly chubby crow leading me around. I woke up paranoid that I would miss my stop and sat sleepily watching the sun come up over the dry California earth. The moon was still up and amazing. I enjoyed seeing the scrubland brush, or whatever ecosystem you could classify that as. I really love taking trains. You get to see the things that are all at the part of town that faces the tracks. I saw many campers, bicycle parts, and several strange scupltures. Stuff that wasn't garbage, but wasn't necessarily not garbage. I took a bus into SF from Emeryville. My bus driver was sassy and awesome. I gave him a dollar for being the most helpful. I have a good quote from him also: "If you're gonna know somebody, may as well be some ladies." I got off at Powell St. after having passed the Metreon (which is where the Titanic exhibit is). I rode the BART, and followed my friends directions arriving safely where I am supposed to be. I am exhausted from bad uncomfortable-coach-train-chair-sleep and do not want the Exploratorium seeing me this way.
I am off to get a Mission burrito.
At any rate, the night prior I had found an old paycheck, and knew that there were no key or wsecu banks in california, so I should go and deposit it before I leave. I realized that the amtrak station was out in yelm, so there probably wouldn't be many things around it. I got on the 7:18 am bus and got off at the WSECU that is across the street from safeway on martin way. I deposited, I transferred, and I got rained on.
Then I waited for the bus with many a song in my head. It eventually came, and the 64 was basically waiting for me when I got to the station. I sat on the bus with one other fellow who had red hair and seemed very interested in his umbrella.
I got to the amtrak station some time around 8:20. My train didn't leave until 11:20. The attendant laughed at me over that and asked if I had "plenty of reading material". I thought to myself that the phrase 'reading material' makes me think of religious pamphlets and porn. I wonder which group he was assuming I was in.
I sat and read, I drew the lobby, and avoided getting into conversations with another passenger. 22 hours is a long time, I just wasn't ready to make any committments.
Eventually, the 11 train showed up and I got on and was directed to seat 11. Then this lovely female joined me who reminded me of a woman I met in Mexico once. This female is from one of my favorite areas of the world. I hope to visit her someday, when she gets back from her travels and I from mine.
I decided that not eating breakfast was foolish, and that now I would have to pay 7.95$ for a Gardenburger(TR)! Which I did, because I wanted to see what it was like to eat on a train. The only other amtrak I had taken was the City of New Orleans train from Chicago to N.O. It was a night train for the most part and I read Faulkner and listened to Guns n' Roses the whole way. I was alone and admired the south which I had thought I had left so far behind. There were no interactions, no meals, and plenty of hoody.
This train ride was beautiful, I got to wind thru the pacific nw region, watching it rain and rain and rain. I lunched with a couple from San Jacinto, CA and a woman from Cambria. The woman from Cambria was much more suited to my aesthetics and I really enjoyed my time with her. We both agreed that massage is one of the best things you can do for yourself.
I got up and left after my second cup of tea and went into the viewing (I don't know what else to call it) room. It has bigger windows and the seats face them. I was walking thru and I got this sensation to stop. I looked to my right and a very handsome man was sleeping with an Osho book in his lap. I contemplated waking him up for several minutes, and then decided to leave it up to fate and walked away. If we were meant to have a long and interesting conversation that used Osho as a springboard - it would happen, and not because I ruined someone's nap.
I took a nap myself. I don't remember my dream, but woke up overlooking the "beauty" of portland's train depot.
I watched a couple being very sweet with each other, and a train personnel look very crabby.
I left and went for a walk. In the viewing room , there he was again Mr. Osho-reader. He was awake this time, and we started talking and didn't stop until we went our seperate ways to sleep uncomfortably in our seats. He lives in LA and has never been to the Museum of Jurassic Technology. I have sent him on an assignment to go, and report back to me everything. Speaking of MJT, I once read a book for a writing class at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, "Boggs". I saw it a bookstore and as it turns out, it was also written by Mr. Lawrence Weschler. Interesting, to me and maybe one or two of you.
"Boggs" was good by the way. If you like people who draw money or Mr. Weschler's writing style.
I slept and had the strangest dream that involved my fabulous group AIT, my extended family, and a slightly chubby crow leading me around. I woke up paranoid that I would miss my stop and sat sleepily watching the sun come up over the dry California earth. The moon was still up and amazing. I enjoyed seeing the scrubland brush, or whatever ecosystem you could classify that as. I really love taking trains. You get to see the things that are all at the part of town that faces the tracks. I saw many campers, bicycle parts, and several strange scupltures. Stuff that wasn't garbage, but wasn't necessarily not garbage. I took a bus into SF from Emeryville. My bus driver was sassy and awesome. I gave him a dollar for being the most helpful. I have a good quote from him also: "If you're gonna know somebody, may as well be some ladies." I got off at Powell St. after having passed the Metreon (which is where the Titanic exhibit is). I rode the BART, and followed my friends directions arriving safely where I am supposed to be. I am exhausted from bad uncomfortable-coach-train-chair-sleep and do not want the Exploratorium seeing me this way.
I am off to get a Mission burrito.
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