Sunday, December 31, 2006

Day Three

Hi, folks. This is Kevin's very proud Dad reporting that Kevin has succesfully ended Day Three and is in Elkton, MD. He has no internet access so, unfortunately, we won't be treated with his wonderfully poetic and insightful commentary. He asked me to tell you that he continues to be blown away by the love and support of his brothers, Tom and Andrew. Ah, as you parents out there know, Regina and I are are postively kvelling.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Day Two

i can't believe how amazing my brothers are.

how handicapped i feel to have fear and pride as components of my constitution as a human, among other things.

i am trying to focus on what i have to be grateful for. i'm trying to live locally in time and space. everything so far has worked out, so i ought to extrapolate that trend and assume everything will work out. my lowest self takes over without my conscious mind sometimes and starts to scheme how to quit, how to justify renting a car to the next stop...

i keep seeing things that remind me of mom. we ate at "mom's diner" the first night. andy and i remembered being so excited because of a continental breakfast on a road trip with mom, when we were little. i then asked, "so what's different now?" there was an arby's.

i really don't want to acknowledge negativity, but i'll say that leaving NJ was a delight. arriving in Philly, there was a sign that said "share the road" with a picture of a car and a cyclist. not the sentiment in NJ, in our experience. hopefully the deleware was my rubicon - in the most humble way possible, and just for today.

a quote that i got from my friend holly via Al:

No one behind, no one ahead.
The path the ancients cleared has closed.
And the other path, everyone's path,
easy and wide, goes nowhere.
I am alone and find my way.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Day One

made it. thanks to andy and thom this is actually happening. don't feel like writing. tired emotionally, physically, mentally. thank you all for your love and support. read from me tomorrow. peace.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

now is: axis, pivot, flection, cusp...


dr. king's predecessor abducted on premises of higher learning
confront s.u.v.
loss of wisdom times three
valium intravenously
oil change
valium intravenously
all along i suppose
there was something
reciprocating all the f.e.a.r.-
and then some.
fucking ego - always ready.

i understood we lost a fantastic student
where were you in ninety-two?
i remember attending community college
feeling her help me
because i'm not a fantastic student

now is the voice that i was always trying to listen to
now i'm trying to listen to someone
returned from new orleans,
returned from africa
still incomprehensibly privileged and grateful
trying to prove it

holy macaroni

okay. first of all, there's this that i just read upon opening in order to write right now:

Peace Corps Blogging
A fellow Googler just let us know that her friend Aaron is currently blogging his Peace Corps experience from Togo, West Africa. In his own words:
"Take a peak at the trials and tribulations of a techie in Togo at It's the stories, pictures and videos of a Peace Corps computer geek trying to spread the good news of computers in a mid-sized city in Togo, West Africa. The blog is smart and funny, and offers fun cultural insights and tidbits. From reporting on moving, cross-cultural moments to describing the big to-do when a new traffic light was installed, to up-close and personal interactions with his Togolese friends and neighbors, Aaron's blog opens a window on the society and culture in which he has immersed himself. Read about the computer center he is setting up in "Project," in which he hopes to provide affordable computer access to his community. If you like the idea, he is looking for people to help fund it."

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Big Apple to Big Easy Mission

Hurricane Katrina changed many lives. We are all familiar with the immense suffering of the survivors due to the deaths of loved ones and the destruction of possessions, homes, neighborhoods and cities. Our governments’ failure, at every level, to assist the victims has compounded this disaster. I have not forgotten what happened at the end of the summer in 2005 because it changed my life forever. It thrust disturbing realities of our society to the forefront of my consciousness. While nothing will ever replace what the victims lost, their losses were not completely in vain - great good has come to my life as a result of their suffering. I immediately began weaning myself off of my suburban reliance upon gasoline for transportation, and have relied solely upon mass transit and my bicycle as of January 1, 2006. The mission of my bicycle trek is to call to the people’s attention the more glaring dilemmas that became unbearable to my conscience. These are:

• Multinational oil corporations’ abuse of free markets
• Our government’s failure to properly regulate these same multinational oil corporations
• The urgent need for sustainable, renewable energy sources
• Our lack of independence from foreign oil
• Political support of regimes which are supported financially by energy markets
• Environmental deterioration of gulf coast wetlands
• Global climate changes due to carbon emissions
• Political and economic inequality and injustice
• Why has the U.S. not built levees like the Dutch?
• LA is denied control of, and revenue from, gulf energy resources
• Why was the Louisiana National Guard not available to do its duty?

It is the powerlessness that I feel in the face of such problems, and what appear to be ignorance and/or indifference of those in position to implement possible solutions, that transforms my own disengagement to passion. Seeing prices rise at the gas pump while Americans drowned, starved and dehydrated in their own homes was the impetus for my commitment to bicycling to New Orleans. I hope to make a contribution to a solution. I wish to call attention to my mission through various media in order to raise as much funds as possible, but just as important to me is to raise awareness and remind already alarmed citizens of these concerns. I wish to remain anonymous so that the story of my adventure implies the multitudes of nameless Americans that feel as I do about these issues and, most importantly, have not forgotten nor abandoned the people of the gulf region regardless of what the “news” and the “government” are presently concerned with.

The funds raised by my bicycle trek will be donated to ACORN - the Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now - the nation's largest community organization of low- and moderate-income families, working together for social justice and stronger communities.

Please direct donations to: - which links to a donation form containing two sections I'd like to call attention to:

Purpose: “How should we use your donation?” Please select
"ACORN Hurricane Recovery and Rebuilding Fund"

Gift Information: “I'd like to make this donation...” Please select "on behalf of..."
and type: "Big Apple to Big Easy"


I have named my bicycle “Dr. King” because he is my hero and he will carry me on my journey - figuratively and literally.

Friday, December 01, 2006

bound together (and gagged)

the crew-said, "load the
canons and arm the missals";
God prefers witch myth?