The idea of taking a vacation makes me feel kind of guilty, which is a very good reason that I should not have waited any longer to do so. The oddest thing in vacations, I think, always has been attempting to eat all the food that will otherwise go bad during the trip. I normally don't keep much food around my apartment -- right now the only food I have to worry about is a big thing of carrots I got a few days ago and a giant loaf of bread. Unfortunately, my cats are quite interested in eating the same carrot that I am, and every time I set it down, they take a dash at it. This is typical cat -- cute and irritating.
In getting my Neuros ready for the long road trip, I dug out some old Dr Demento CDs to rip a few songs I suddenly remember as being cool. This reminds me of my weekly ritual of staying awake on Sunday nights in high school to tape the Dr Demento show (midnight to 2). I often fell asleep, and regretfully thus included commercials on the large collection of tapes I have (often also missing the point to turn the tape over, and only getting half the show).
I will be difficult to contact until the sunday after the coming one. I may be phonable at various times.
Here's an interesting quote from Bakunin's God and the State that I find interesting.
I was interested to find that in this sense, things have not changed much since the 1850s.
Oh, the weather is actually nice, and my mood is immeasurably improved. Sitting outside at the 61c was very pleasant. I am especially looking forward to sunbathing on the hills of Schenley park just down the street.
I had best get to sleep so I'm well rested for the large amount of driving tomorrow (and have time to pack, fill up my tires, and be sure the cats will be ok while I'm gone.