To my friends who couldn't pay for college:

I have loved school since I was a little girl. Neither of my parents graduated high school. Getting my GED was something I never thought I would have to get. I have tried several times to get into Georgia Universities, yet I had some major life complications that has made my applications get rejected. I decided I didn't need school anyway; I would acquire more knowledge than my friends with PHDs. We have the internet for God's sake. I can learn whatever I want.
 With this renegade attitude I have attempted to start some websites with the goal of shared knowledge and wisdoms. I got connected to different-way-of-life revolutions. There are people doing some really amazing and huge things.
 Ok, I have had to become a bit of idealist. I am also a realist, and am awake to the lessons history has taught us. There are adverse consequences. Emerson runs through my mind more frequently than my friends. I heavily ponder taking off for the woods, getting away from these wretched humans.
 But then I can't escape myself. At least not in this life. So I would still be stuck with a wretch, in very close quarters even. I can prove the String Theory in my thinking. I end right back where I started- maybe as a society we need each other. The ones who fail, and the ones who succeed.
 This morning, November 21, 2010 I discovered free education. Free courses available from some of the greatest universities in the world. I fell apart, realizing I have discovered what I didn't even know I was looking for. We can share education!
 The first lecture I listened to was an introduction to the history of Physics by Cathy Carson at the University of Berkley, California. She discussed history as a study of humans, always growing and progressing. To "historize" the present. I predict if we open our hearts to listen and share our experiences we can progress at an exponentially faster rate than ever before. Our networks and connections I still cannot wrap my mind around the potential for great things. This is an episode of the Twilight Zone.
 Instead of filling our head with garbage videos, we can become masters of our own education. We can study whatever we want! The possibilities are endless.

No home for us here.

PATRIN:
Signs left by fellow nomads to help guide and direct. Usually at crossroads, (a bunch of twigs tied with a red cloth, a branch broken in a particular way.) How we can keep contact with the other kumpania.

A life lived comfortably is a terrible thing. Allons!

Come with us!

My sister let me drive her 4 wheeler...

She trusted me to drive and keep her safe, dispite the fact that I was allways the one crashing her in the wagons, and I flipped her in my Jeep. This was a big step in faith for her. The picture above was taken before I took off. We didn't get very far when I was attacked by a dirt wall and we flipped to the side. I of course was ok, but my sister was pinned underneath her own ATV thanks to me. We lost a distant cousin to a 4wheeler, I was respectfully driving it.
My sister now has reoccuring dreams of me killing her in a car. I refuse now to drive her or her children around. I caved not too long ago, and sure enough we were pulled over.

One Time For Halloween,

I wanted to be the best looking roadkill zombie ever. We have all seen our share of it around these parts, so the costume was easy to figure out. I had experienced success with fake blood the year before, so much that I won first place for my ridiculously scary tactics. (It's helpful being raised by a makeup artist.)
So I bought what I thought was the same kind of fake blood, couldn't find my mom around, so had my sister dump the bucket- o- blood on my head.
Then we read "DO NOT USE ON HAIR."
It stained my hair blood red.

I began having fun with hair when I was 16. My hair, which had been for most of my life that which I felt most proud of. Allways I was getting compliments on my hair.
I was challenged to let it go, and it was life changing.

After this roadkill disaster I did everything but get upset. I was glad it happened, mistakes are a great time to try new stuff. I was working in Atlantic station, and one of my peers had been begging me to let her put traks in my hair. Why not?

I think women should be able to freely express ourselves on as man mediums as we can. We are emotional creatures.

It might seem strange that I am talking about makeup, but this is one of those things I am very concerned with for the younger ones. My mother and sister are stunningly beautiful women, yet they don't leave the house without their warpaint.

There is real magic. Miracles exsist in abundance daily. We are free.

There are these unspeakable truths...

We are taught to believe these wilde stories. I don't even feel like it would be fair for me to address all of these because I don't want to ruin anything for the younger ones.

On my littlest sister Faith's 4th birthday, she decided she wanted her ears pierced. I remember on my 5th birthday making the same choice, and then being shocked that my mother would let me go through something that would make me bleed and hurt so bad.

FAITH: Is is gonna hurt Mamo?

MOTHER: No.

How I Became A Muggler

     A few months ago we were playing some music by this litte creek with an ugly loud goose. The songs became about taking our worries and tossing them in the river, to let them drown.
     I had been doing vlogs about the black cloud I had been carrying, and how was I ever to get rid of it? I complied some of my prose into a self published edition. I was inspired when I read TIME Magazine's special on the life of Benjamin Franklin. He would write entire books by hand. I felt weighed down carrying this darkness around. I thought perhaps I would become a vortex of disatster, (which is kind of what happened anyway,) so I chimed in siging of the letting gos, and I chucked my book. Into the bottom of the nasty Atlanta City "Pond"/"Creek/sewage run off thing. I am not even sure if this can be considered anything other than a PUDDLE. It was deep enough. And I stared at the sad little book sink to the bottom.
     After the rush I had to sit down and collect myself. I hadn't felt such a release in years. All of the sudden I look down to my right ankle and I see a TIME CAPSULE. At least that is what I think it must be! I have been leaving TIME CAPSULES behind for years, and allways I look for them. Here was my first discovery!
    I open it up, not knowing what to expect. It is this little bullet shaped capsule that looks it could easily withstand the end of the world, and totally swallowable.
    There is a narrow piece of paper. Tiny lines, all kinds of signatures, and obvious code names. The dectective in me decided that it must be a very important list and everyone on the list was in trouble. So I decide I am going to track all these people down, because: GASP! I recognized some of the names, real names and professional names of kids around town.
     It take long for me to discover that I had found a geo-cache. A hiding game that people have been playing for years on the computer thanks to their hand dandy GPS. The conclusions I came to were much more adventurous than the game of geo- caching.
     Weeks later my friends confirmed my finding, as I learned that they were also geo-cachers. "You're a muggler, aha," they pointed and laughed. A muggler is someone who takes the cache notknowing what it is. I found this slightly offensive as I had been genuinely worried and concerned about this extensive list. I tried to understand the dates, and why some left cities. Where is Franklin, GA?
     I mulled over long and hard about what to do with this cache. It's super cool, I can keep neat things in it, hide it somewhere new with one of my poems on it. The possibilities are endless. Should I put it back where I found it? In the exact spot? And then run the risk of some other sensitive woman kept up late worrying.
     I decided the best thing to do would be to give it to my geo-caching friends so they could hide it since they allready had an account. I have too many accounts to keep up with, and I was still a bit bothered with being called a muggle. Trying to make sure I was making the right decision, I prodded for more information. I have seen people do some really intelligent things within the world wide web, and this seems so cool. Why not spread messages at all the spots?
    There are very important pressing things in this world. So Atlanta Geo Cachers, give me a good reason to participate.