Sometimes it concerns me that when I’m forced to spend a lot of time alone I may not be much more than a hop, skip and a jump from Crazytown. It feels like there’s a thin wall between sane and insane in my life but that wall is really more of a sheet of rubber than a stack of bricks. If I lean to hard I end up crossing that line…but so far I rebound back.
After this last week I wouldn’t be surprised if maybe there were a small tear in that sheet too.
The funny thing about Amtrekker is that people assume I spend a lot of time alone. But nothing could be further from the truth. If anything I have less alone time now than I ever have before. The alone time that I get now is a different flavor though. I don’t end up just alone but sometimes completely cut off.
This isn’t the greatest example but over the last five days I spent a total of 24 hours on a motorcycle with nothing but the sound of wind bouncing of my helmet to keep me company. In the meantime my brain took a running jump at that More >
Today was a surprisingly hectic day considering ninety percent of the time I was sitting still. I rode the motorcycle from San Pedro, CA to Oceanside, CA to meet up with Sonny and Sandy of podcacher.com fame and do a little interview with them (both SUPER nice people) before jumping back on the bike and riding another five hours to my cousin Chris’s wedding reception.
Most of the people at the wedding have been watching my every move via the website but this was the first time I had seen many of them since Amtrekker began. Hugfest 2008 started as soon as I walked through the door (an hour late) and most of the conversations were very similar.
“Brett! How are you?”
“I saw you ________. I can’t believe that happened! How many do you have left?”
It was actually kind of fun to tell the same stories over and over again to audiences that were that excited to hear the details though. However, here’s what I learned (and I honestly believe this is an important topic and before today I didn’t even realize it was an issue): Never underestimate how important the ability to end a conversation is.
It wasn’t much of More >
I’m officially back in the real world and officially disappointed in all of you. Did no one decode Charley’s answers to the emails?! You’re making my heart sad people. You’re all lucky I like you so much.
Fine. To the update:
I’m in Los Angeles right now. I came down to meet up with Dr. Tiki to try to make moonshine (neither of us know what we’re doing) but that got pushed back until after the 17th so now I’m just catching up on stuff here on the site that I’m so ridiculously behind on and we’ll see what happens from there.
The Lake Shasta vacation was a blast! It was a literal boatload of some of my best friends all wake boarding, relay racing, dressing up in eighties garb and pretending we were navy seals. (That sounds wrong. Just to clarify, we weren’t dressing up in eighties garb TO pretend we were navy seals…those are just two separate things we happened to do.)
In fact the Navy Seal pretending has resulted in a ruthless laceration on my leg and a swollen ankle…so obviously that was a blast! (What is it about getting hurt while having fun that makes the fun so much More >
Just wanted you all to know that Charley and I really appreciate all the support during the little guy’s difficult times. I’m out on a lake off the grid right now on a little mini Team Amtrekker get away so I had Charley pick out a few of his favorite pieces of mail to show off. The site is all his today! Enjoy!
Ya gotta pull through buddy. Who else is going to keep the Amtrekker warm at night?
Get well soon. Let me know if I need to send a prescription!
Karl J. Blessinger, MD
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I’m writing this using Rachelle’s email address, because “they” won’t let me have one of my own! Darn people…literally. But I’ve heard a lot about you in relation More >
In another story, in another world, she would have swept gracefully into the scene. But that would be literature. Fiction. This is a true story.
That being said it wouldn’t be fair to say she lumbered either. It was something in between. Let’s try this:
La Dreamer trotted up the bus steps and down the aisle surveying her surroundings. Not with a sense of royalty but with something similar. A sense of entitlement. Her drawn on eyebrows bowed down as her forehead creased in frustration. Most all the seats were taken and with this came a second realization; this was going to be a long ride. A very long ride. Pardon the expression but “comfort was going to take a back seat.”
She chose the only available position, a seat directly behind Stone Face.
Stone Face had already chosen his seat six hours and 300 miles earlier…much to the chagrin of the young man next to him. He’s a big man. Much bigger than the “average person” the designers had arbitrarily calculated around decades earlier when the enormous motor coach was first built. As a result he tended to ooze toward the window seat unbidden. For hours this continued and like any great More >
I spent the better part of yesterday on the phone with AppleCare trying to figure out what’s wrong with Charley but according to the Second Law of Broken Mechanics (You’ve all seen this law in action when you take your car in and it wont make THAT noise around the mechanic.) he managed to hold a charge the night before making it impossible to figure out what’s going on.
Personally I think he’s just trying to warn me that if I don’t finish things up soon he’s going on strike. It’s definitely been a long tough road for the little guy and he probably hasn’t felt at home since January’s trip to MacWorld. So, if you want to do something special for him send your get well cards, questions and moral support to email@example.com.
I’m on a westbound bus for the next couple days ultimately headed towards Lake Shasta for a weekend retreat so I have to conserve so charge. Which means…
Charley is having some charging issues this week and it’s making life very difficult when it comes to updating the site so I hope you guys don’t mind the delays in new content. (Because I freaking HATE it!) I’m taking him to the hospital (a.k.a. Apple Store) this afternoon but before I do that I wanted to get an exciting post up.
It seems one of the countries best kept secrets (right up until you read this) is North Western Michigan. I don’t know what the area is like during the wintertime and that always scares me (you all know #4 on the list of things I hate is “cold weather”) but while I was hanging around the Frankfort, Crystal Lake, Pt. Betsie area I was greeted by nothing short of an extra large helping of beautiful.
But to skip to the point (Get it? Oh man…that’s a good one…), my second night in the area brought me to the Point Betsie Lighthouse, where thanks to Jen and Amy, I was given the grand tour of this 150 year old piece of Michigan history (by Jay) before being left to my own devices.
My “devices” in this case seemed to consist mostly of my More >