Yet another poll. These things never stop coming, and I keep filling them out. I guess I must enjoy them. I found this one on Rebekah's page, although she herself lifted it as well. Follow the chain if you care to…
What was the last album you listened to?
Up The Coutry, by The Sixth Great Lake. I recommend this album to everyone who likes stuff like Mojave 3, Palace, etc.
What was the last book you read?
Chasing Che: A Motorcycle Journey In Search Of The Guevara Legend, by Patrick Symmes. While MiL0 is researching the technical and necessary aspects of our trip, I seem to have trouble drawing myself away from the romance (in the Easy Rider sense of the word) of the adventure.
Who was the last person who had a truly epic effect on your life?
Truly epic is a grand statement. There are a lot of people who have had a huge impact on my life, but epic would have to be a word reserved for only a handful. In this small part of the world, I will say that would be Jon Cobb. He's responsible for opening a lot of eyes, mine included, and continues to offer valuable guidance, sometimes when I want it, and sometimes when I need it (the two do not always go together). He's a man born into the wrong time — while I know there are people here who fancy themselves shamans, they're largely frauds. There's a wiseness that teeters between divinity and madness and Jon has that. That said, I've come into contact with a staggering number of truly remarkable people, and some time in the future (maybe for my memoirs, ha) I'll try and write about all of them. Many of them even have IAM pages. (If I left you off, it's because I only had so many words to make links with).
When did you last cry?
Aren't I too stoic and manly for that sort of thing?
When did you last laugh until it hurt?
As above? To be perfectly honest, I don't remember the answer to either of these. I'm sure it's happened recently.
If you could only rescue one possession from your burning home, what would it be?
The whole point of burning my house down is to get rid of my possessions. While everything here has value, it's valueless at the same time. I guess if I could bring something out I'd grab my boxes of photos.
Which one song or poem sums up your life?
My life? What kind of simple-lifed loser has a life that can be summed up in a single song? How about I pick a song that sums up a small part of the right now of my life — perhaps though I choose it only because it's what's playing on the stereo right this instant… I'll try and hammer out the lyrics to 300 Miles (by The Sixth Great Lake) as they pass by:
the leaves are falling on the ground
that's when the summer ends
the road that's stretching over the horizon
billboards get so high
that's where the grass starts growing
on the ridge that leads down into the valley below
the mountain's fortelling the coming of snow
i'll tell you all about my trip
when i'm a safe 300 miles away
you can have your city
you can take it from me
cause i could never live again this way
no i could never live again this way
...but that's not such a bad thing
i'll tell you all about my trip
when i'm a safe 300 miles away
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