Wild Goose Hunting – Day 2 evening [getting pretty heck-tick]

today Dana and i came up with the concept of ‘mental ticks’ which are pretty much exactly the same as real ticks with the one exception being that they don’t exist [except in the mind]. the paranoia birthed from having had to dislodge two rather dug-in ticks from the crotchial [groinal?] area at last year’s festival creates the idea in your head of itchiness on your body and so you start to envisage the accompanying ticks which of course are virtual and not real at all. mental ticks can be more destructive than real ticks because they keep you up at nite and hold you constantly in fear of what is not happening at all…

Wild Goose Hunting – Day 1 [aka Of Tetris and Ice [ing]]

so the past 4 days the simple way crew headed off to the Wild Goose which is a festival of music and speaking and art and a lot more which happened last year for the very first time [and which was one of the first experiences the beautiful Val and myself had after joining the Simple Way] and so i thort i’d write some reflections on it day to day but nothing too intense because i wanted to be living the festival more than just blogging about it – so these are very simple or very profound insights or experiences of my time at the Goose. Thorts I felt were Irresistibly Fish’like i will stick here and thorts that were more of a weighing up a thing against a thing i will post on my ‘The Simple Weigh’ blog.

Day 1: Wednesday

Dana [our friend from Boston who had come thru to help us drive to the Wild Goose] walked across just after 6am so we could start the unenviable task of trying to fit a crapload of stuff [don’t get me started!] into a not crapload of space. and [with some baptist-music-and-drama-team-pickup-packup flashbacks to give me a movie-slow-mo-montage type encouragement] we totally dominated. absolute masterclass of a pack and i celebrate years of Tetris & occasional dabblings of Jenga at having inspired the feat.

the second standout memory of the trip was a tub of dark chocolate icing [or ‘frosting’ as they call it. these americaners are crazy (thought Asterix)] and a chopstick. cos when you’re needing a distractionary and energy-inducing treat to keep you awake and alert while driving a ten hour trip, that will do the trick [aka ‘git her done’] right there.

to continue to day 2 hit this spot, and by ‘hit’ i mean ‘click’ but your mouse, not your fingers cos that would be silly…