Sounds like "Bed Pan for Poopie"

I'm a little gullible and naive. 

Traveling alone might not be a good idea, but fuck it.

When I planned this excursion, I realized I was going to be attending a baseball game in Seattle a week before leaving for Cambria. Deciding to make a trip out of it, I figured I could travel by the seat of my pants and make my way down to Cambria through the week, crashing on couches, camping, and maybe splurging on a hotel room at one point. I thought, "Oh yeah, that will be perfect. . . It's the end of the season anyway, everyone is going back to school." I had the forethought to arrange a place to stay in Pendleton and Seattle but that's it. . . noooooo problem. It wasn't until about 12 hours before leaving that I realized I would be doing all of my unplanned travel during Labor Day Weekend. Crap. . . screw it, I'll figure it out.

 Dan and Bev super rule. 

I stayed with the Kinsleys in Pendleton. They are a rad couple that have two guest rooms in their home on the outskirts of Pendleton, Or. After their kids were all moved out of the house, Dan and Bev one day decided to open their home to young poor touring musicians that were passing through, playing at places like The Great Pacific. Great food, beer and wine, and great music is to be had if one were to patron this establishment, not to mention a high quality food menu that will cater to my gluten intolerant self.

I have to say that every person I have ever met in this town has always been kind and genuine. Dan and Bev are certainly no exception. If anything, they are the folks that are setting the bar. I always know there is a warm bed and meal in Pendleton  should I ever need it. Not to mention a hot tub, a dog or a cat to cuddle with, and most likely a glass of wine to enjoy over good company. Dan and Bev graciously sent me on my awkward self away with a full belly and smile on my face so I could make it to Safeco Field in the best way possible. But first, I had to stop in Portland to pick up a friend that I basically forced to come to the baseball game with me.

Nick. . . well he's kind of a dick. 

But, he was willing to come with me to a baseball game in Seattle, forcing him to hang out with me for at least 24 hours. He can't be that bad if he's willing to do that. Nick Jaina has a way with words and makes music, he's really good at these things. At least, I think so. As a matter of fact, I like it enough to post a link to one of his music videos. So here's a song that he wrote called Sleep Child. 

I get to Portland later than I should, but feeling confident that we will still make it on time to the game. We get in the car and make each other laugh a lot because it seems that's what we are really good at together.

Also, he's not really a dick.

Yes, I know the Mariners suck. But we got to the game on time. 

Overview of the day in Seattle:

1. Trying to park when a cop directing traffic yells at us and makes me more confused and flustered than a cat with tape on it. He was just icky and mean. I hope the other cops in Seattle are a little nicer.

2. We saw the good game where they lost in extra innings because the pitcher done made himself a balk, and was the reason they lost the game. I had no idea what I was seeing.

3. I gotta see my fellow Doom softball team mates Rick and Whitney! GO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

4. Apparently I met a famous guitarist. His identity is a secret, but I will totally give you a hint. . .  One of his band names sounds a lot like, "Bed Pan for Poopie".  He was a very nice guy, and his girlfriend was very nice too, which is really the main thing I care about in anyone that I meet.

Nick was kind enough to let me stay at his place when we got back to Portland. 

We ate Korean BBQ at Toji . It was amazing.

Of course I can get a first come first serve camp spot in the Redwoods. . . on Labor Day weekend. Why would I be worried?

The good news is that heading above this sentence is totally true. But it's only true because I was trying to find a camp spot on a Thursday, and even then, the site was full. The super REAL truth is there was a gal from the Bay area camping alone at my choice spot.  I showed up around dinner time, and she was kind enough to let me camp with her for a couple of days in exchange for splitting the fees. She was nice. I was feeling fortunate, double fortunate actually, as earlier outside of Grant's Pass I was pulled over for talking on my cell phone and going 15 over the limit in a construction zone. I had no idea that I had broken the law, oops. I thought I was screwed for sure. BUT, the nice lady cop let me off on a warning on both offenses. Then she was kind enough to let me know that driving while talking on your phone is also illegal in California. I super learned stuff that day. Yesss!

Anyway, I hiked through Fern Canyon alone for about 8 miles. At times it was eerily quiet. You can hear your own heart beating type of quiet. Quiet enough that I had my pocket knife handy, just in case I some how would be able to overcome a mountain lion attack. I totally had a fool proof plan all worked out in my head. I was for sure going to kick that mountain lion's ass. It's a good thing he decided not to attack me.

Okay fine, he would have eaten me, a lot. . . I'm really glad there was no mountain lion.

Also, the trees are ummm. . . GIANT trees, as you can see to the left here. You can also see how much I suck at using my panorama option on my fancy pants iphone. Some of the redwoods were burnt out, and the hollowed out tree was big enough to house a dinner party for ten. Those old trees really are something to marvel at, and a really good reminder of how tiny and vulnerable I am. A good reminder that there is so much we are not in control of. And that's okay.

This is what I decided to do after Graduate School. . .

So, I recently received a Master of Music in Cello Pedagogy. For the 99% of people that don't know that last word, it's the art of teaching. In this case, it is the art of teaching cello. Graduate school was lovely, and. . . well, actually, it was just really stressful, and at times left me wishing I were dead. I know, I'm a total emo-tard. I did learn a lot of things in graduate school. . . most of which were about myself as opposed to the art of teaching the cello.

I do not want to work at one job for 40 hours a week. Ever.

I actually already knew this about myself. . . that I don't find a 40 hour work week acceptable. 25 hours? That is acceptable. This is a realization I had in my early 20's. When I was in school I worked nearly full time and attended school full time. Which was a lot of work, but also, a variety of work. I thought there would be no problem entering the world with they typical 40 hour job, especially working in music. I was kind of bummed to find cello was no exception for me. sad. *sigh*

At Gold Bluffs Beach.

I am just beginning to discover who I am and what I want.

Fuck, I'm 33 years old and have no idea who that person is in the mirror. I always thought I would learn so much about myself and somehow thought that one day I would wake up feeling "grown up" through my college years. But I didn't. I just studied and stressed out, and twenty damn years later, I still feel like a stupid 13 year old kid.

The good news is that the stars seem to have aligned themselves as it were, affording me a much larger flexibility in my life. A flexibility that has provided me the space to think slower and more thoroughly. And one day about three or so months ago I thought, "I think need to get out of Boise for a bit." The best part was, I realized I could totally do that, and in a very reasonable manner because. . . 

I don't mind being poor. One of my favorite things to eat is beans and rice. good+ cheap=RAD!

I do not currently have a partner. I don't know that I could bring myself to leave my partner for extended months. So, even though my bed is colder in the winter, I feel like this is a really good thing for me.

My employer actually cares about self improvement and discovery. Besides teaching a little bit of cello, I work at a great little hole in the wall pizza job that has incredible flexibility in scheduling, so I could leave for months and still have my job and shifts intact. Thank you,  Guido's Pizzeria.  If anyone reading this is in Boise, you should eat there. Despite my intolerance for gluten, Guido's is still my favorite pizza, and they have always treated me well. They rule, and their business practice rules.  Go. Now.

So I decided to work in my friend's hostel for two months.

My friend Brandon Follett is quite the character. He is a super goof. And so great. Sometimes I think he has more stories and adventures in his memory banks than the library does. He now owns the Bridge Street Inn, a hostel in Cambria, CA. In order to help him maintain his madness in just the right order, he hires interns that can work 1-2 months at a time. Volunteers work about 15 hours a week in exchange for housing, and are required to do something (anything!) creative while you are in residence. So, I decided that I would load up the car with my sewing machine, cello, guitar, a borrowed looper and amplifier. Thank you to Dave Manion for loaning me your looper, and also thank you to Thomas Paul for the amp. If you are in the market for a guitar teacher or badass performers, these guys are both great. You can find them both at Old Boise Music Studios, along with other great musicians in the Boise area. Thomas also writes really great songs. You should check him out.

I, of course decided to throw just one extra thing on my plate and write a blog about this experience per the suggestion of my friend, Ted Apel. Ted is a brilliant electronic musician, and he is about a million times smarter than me, so I pretty much do anything he tells me to do, which hasn't failed me yet.  Right now Ted has an installation at Enso Artspace that will be up until October 11th. You should totally go. At least go for me, because I can't. 

Hey, I know some pretty great people in Boise. I love that town.

So, yeah. I guess that was a really long way of telling you that this silly little blog is my way of sharing my thoughts and adventures with you for the next two months. And I suppose I didn't even have to tell you all of that, especially because most of the people that might be wasting minutes of their time reading my rambling drivel already knows this. . .