Comments on: land ho http://mikeypod.com/2006/02/08/land-ho/ Just another WordPress site Sun, 23 Oct 2011 01:48:32 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: MikeyPod » Blog Archive » Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice and it all comes down to you. http://mikeypod.com/2006/02/08/land-ho/#comment-123 MikeyPod » Blog Archive » Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice and it all comes down to you. Sun, 10 Jun 2007 13:45:16 +0000 http://mikeypod.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-content/uploads/WordPress/?p=70#comment-123 [...] it two years ago that folks like Issa and Brandon bewitched me with the romanticism of this nomadic lifestyle? They were right, of course, and so was I - this has been an amazing year. I experienced the [...] [...] it two years ago that folks like Issa and Brandon bewitched me with the romanticism of this nomadic lifestyle? They were right, of course, and so was I – this has been an amazing year. I experienced the [...]

]]> By: MikeyPod on the Bayou » on freedom and posessions http://mikeypod.com/2006/02/08/land-ho/#comment-122 MikeyPod on the Bayou » on freedom and posessions Sun, 23 Apr 2006 16:23:05 +0000 http://mikeypod.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-content/uploads/WordPress/?p=70#comment-122 [...] I started reading David Dellinger’s From Yale to Jail this week, and something he said took me back to some Siberry inspired musings about possessing things I wrote about back in February.  In general, I was thinking about the idea that our belongings serve more to keep us imprisoned than really provide us with comfort.  Dellinger was speaking about a trek he took while he was a student at Yale University.  Having left all of his money at home and dressed in his rattiest clothes, he sout out to discover more of that it was like to be regarded as a “bum.”  He writes of his experience asking for money in Central Park: The first person walked past me without answering.  I can see him now, more than fifty years later, a man in his late twenties or early thirties, with glasses, wearing a dark suit, pinstriped shirt and tie, and with a little lilt to his walk.  He hesitated for a moment, looking at me in a questioning manner, probably because he couldn’t hear what I had tried to say.  Unable to find my voice, I opened my hand and he moved on.  The second man said something like “Get away from me, you bum!”  Several more turned me down, with or without words, but I didn’t care.  Already I had recieved more than I had asked for.  With my first request I felt a miraculous release of tension inside me .  As I continued, I experienced continually expanding feelings of freedom and joy. “Continually feelings of freedom and joy” reminds me so much of the lightness I saw on Jane Siberry when she handed off her guitar. [...] [...] I started reading David Dellinger’s From Yale to Jail this week, and something he said took me back to some Siberry inspired musings about possessing things I wrote about back in February.  In general, I was thinking about the idea that our belongings serve more to keep us imprisoned than really provide us with comfort.  Dellinger was speaking about a trek he took while he was a student at Yale University.  Having left all of his money at home and dressed in his rattiest clothes, he sout out to discover more of that it was like to be regarded as a “bum.”  He writes of his experience asking for money in Central Park: The first person walked past me without answering.  I can see him now, more than fifty years later, a man in his late twenties or early thirties, with glasses, wearing a dark suit, pinstriped shirt and tie, and with a little lilt to his walk.  He hesitated for a moment, looking at me in a questioning manner, probably because he couldn’t hear what I had tried to say.  Unable to find my voice, I opened my hand and he moved on.  The second man said something like “Get away from me, you bum!”  Several more turned me down, with or without words, but I didn’t care.  Already I had recieved more than I had asked for.  With my first request I felt a miraculous release of tension inside me .  As I continued, I experienced continually expanding feelings of freedom and joy. “Continually feelings of freedom and joy” reminds me so much of the lightness I saw on Jane Siberry when she handed off her guitar. [...]

]]> By: mikeypod http://mikeypod.com/2006/02/08/land-ho/#comment-121 mikeypod Thu, 09 Feb 2006 04:03:30 +0000 http://mikeypod.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-content/uploads/WordPress/?p=70#comment-121 no, please, cheryl. i won't throw you away. Just don't show me the tackle box. please god. no, please, cheryl. i won’t throw you away. Just don’t show me the tackle box.

please god.

]]> By: Cheryl Merkowski http://mikeypod.com/2006/02/08/land-ho/#comment-120 Cheryl Merkowski Wed, 08 Feb 2006 15:37:23 +0000 http://mikeypod.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-content/uploads/WordPress/?p=70#comment-120 don't throw me away =( I know I burned you with my cig.... but come on! I will even take off my pants and panties and let you see my hairy-tackle-box of death... maybe even lick it. COME ON HOOOOONNEEEEY! don’t throw me away =( I know I burned you with my cig…. but come on! I will even take off my pants and panties and let you see my hairy-tackle-box of death… maybe even lick it. COME ON HOOOOONNEEEEY!

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