Today marks the 60th anniversary of the publication of Kerouac's most famous literary work.
10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
It was somewhere in the middle of windswept Alabama or Tennessee that I felt the ephiphanic thrill of knowing that briefly - far too briefly - nothing else in my life mattered.
Already, the conversations I've had or been party to have illuminated my reasons for doing this project. I'm surrounded by people in their late teens to early twenties, that age when uncertainty about and anticipation for the future are measured in equal doses. Plans are being made, most of which will be abandoned within the next 4 years, if not the next 4 weeks.
For this move, I'm renting a car, throwing my boxes in the back and driving up the coast by myself. If I were making it a straight strip, I could do the whole move in 2 days. But what fun would that be?
"When we die there are two things we can leave behind us: genes and memes. We were built as gene machines, created to pass on our genes. But that aspect of us will be forgotten in three generations... We should not seek immortality in reproduction. "But if you contribute to the world's culture, if you … Continue reading The 10 Cities Meme
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life." ~ Jack Kerouac After my junior year of college, I rewarded myself with my first tattoo: Up until that year, I had been getting a facial piercing for every semester I finished (yes, … Continue reading The Roots of 10 Cities: the Road is Life
It's that time again. I'm 3 months out from my next move (plus a week), and I must make my decision. I've been dancing around two different cities in the same state, and as tends to be the way of it, the initial frontrunner was overtaken by the challenger, and now I know (as well … Continue reading I’m a man of means by no means