August 24th, 2001


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You pull this lever here, and turn this knob, and feed this tube into this hole...

This was such a stressful, crappy, day. This is the first break I've had all day. I got about a third of all of the stuff done I wanted to do. This is the best part of the whole day, sitting here, listening to Art Bell, and cuddling this soft curly black kitten. No wait, it got even better, Beau just came in and sung this song he's been trying to learn that they sing on Outlaw Star. He sounded so lovely, like a choirboy, really, really good.

Okay, so my crappy day started with a really, and I mean really, bad cab ride in a gross 70's cab. Lalallalal or something like that was a brand new cabbie and it was pertty darned obvious by the way he braked and stayed in the slow lane all the way to Carson. I got so nauseous from the jerky driving that I swear I almost told him to just let us off on the side of the freeway. That was the driving impulse I felt.

After our fabulous sixty-five dollar cab ride, Beau and I had the pleasure of dealing with the customer hating service brats at the RV center. Even though they told us to be there precisely at 2:00, our motor home wasn't ready until 5:00. In the meantime we were forced to watch the most inane, annoying, badly produced, just plain bad everything, instructional film. Very dope de dope, put the key in the ignition, turn it on, kind of thing. It's a serious stretch for me to imagine the kind of people this video was made for. But we sat there like good little rental sheep nevertheless.

The guy who was helping us was so rude that other people who worked there were mouthing apologies to us, and making little hand signals, behind his back. He was so agitated, for whatever reason, that he was muttering little threats under his breath like, If anyone says anything else to me I'm just gonna blow, then I'll just walk away, yeah, that's how I do business, come on try me. I don't know what the deal was, this place was like the boiler room of vacation rentals or something. At one point a man and a woman, who had also been there for hours, pretty much everyone was, reached a point of frustration overboil and started yelling at the German guy behind the counter. Have you people ever heard of customer service? You know, customer service? Don't you even care about how unhappy all of these people are? Do you think this is good business? Hey, I was just happy to have something interesting to watch. I'd already read all of the campground brochures, cruised the snack machine, and seen more than I cared to of the horrible video. Did you know that motor homes need approximately fourteen feet of clearance, and that most RV accidents occur when backing up? Wanna know anything about solid waste disposal? Well, then I'm your gal.

The main problem seemed to be that none of the vehicles were ready for pick up when they were supposed to be. I guess the service guys don't bother to wash them until the customers are pounding their fists on the counter, then they must stub out their joints and run for the truck, mops and car freshening spray in hand.

Later, I learned that I had much less money in the bank than I thought I had. I had a painful pedicure. Apparently learning how to say ouch in Vietnamese, (Dow! Dow! Dow!) is a totally useless endeavor. I spent more money at the pharmacy. Bought some toys for the kids in Kidsville at Burning Man. Had several fights with Beau. Realized that Esther and Noemi hadn't done something I had asked them to do, several times, in person and in writing. Decided that trying to get off these meds was making me an exhausted, anxious, bitch monster, so I threw in the towel, and went back to my original dose. Went out again and got stared at by intolerant people, more times than I care to number. And ended up the day by waiting three hours at the vet, where I was given more syringes and iv needles and bags of water. I limped up the stairs holding two cat filled carriers, a bag full of medicine, and a heavy purse. Went into my bathroom, and discovered a backed up toilet. Apparently Beau had been sitting there playing with a kind of round, squishy, ball toy thing, accidentally dropped it in the tank, and then flushed it. God, what else?

Okay I'm going to try to get some sleep. Cross your fingers that I'll have a couple of pillows that haven't been peed on. I'll try to check in once more before I leave.

Hugs from your weary, stressed, friend,

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Our Beautiful City
You can see Kidsville (my village) just below and to the left of center camp. Our address is 6:30 and Lover. I will also be hanging out with my beloved friends of Supersnail Camp, and you can find them in the number two spot in the circle around center camp, then I will also be hanging out with, yup, real live people from Live Journal, and I can't remember where they will be, but you can go to the Live Journal Community here and find out. I think there is going to be a passport stamping thing on the way to the man. I'm taking journals to donate. I'll also be leading some ARTS meeting at the 12 step camp, and hanging out with those good people as well.

Here's the layout of our village. We're Kidsville, and if you want to come by, you should be able to find us pretty easily, just ask anyone where the lady with the blue and green hair is with the little boy with the red and yellow hair. Or ask for us by name (Jacqui and Beau). I would really, really like to meet any of you who are going so please help me find you.

Hey Buddies,

We're a packin. Got the Motor Home and just need to pick up a few extra supplies, do a marketing tonight, get some sleep and leave first thing in the AM. Are any of you going? I would LOVE to meet you!!!!

Anyone have any opinion on which route we should take? we've al;ways taken the five to the eighty, which is about as straight and boring as it gets. I was kin of thinking about taking the 14 to the 395. In case you;re curious, there is a description of the three different routes on this page here. I think it would be moving to visit the Japanese Internment camps. It would definitely make an impression on Beau. I didn't; even know they still existed. So f&^king sad. My friend Tom was interned as a child along with his entire family. They lost everything, their home, their possessions, and most importantly their farm. It was stolen from them by a shady lawyer who promised to keep it while they were in camp. He let the taxes lapse and then sold it to someone else. They were never able to get it back, and the small reparations that were finally made wouldn't even begin to recompense the family for what they went through, let alone pay the value of all of that lost land. So so sad. The Manzanar relocation Camp, I think. Anyone ever been? Is it like visiting a concentration camp on a less horrific scale?

Okay, well, this may be my last chance to check in here. We'll be back Tuesday or Wednesday September 4th or 5th. Please pray for my cats health while we're gone. I'm trusting their care to Noemi, Esther and Scott. I pray Gelato will be alive when I get back.

I'm so weary and excited and can't wait to go home. You just can't imagine how profound the impact this community has on you until you do it. I encourage all of you to make your way out there however you can. It's life changing. People who think of it as one big rave or party, just aren't getting it, there is the most powerful sense of love and giving there, a freedom of expression I've never experienced anywhere else.

See you in September,
Jacqui and Beau
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