Told stories in Harvard Square today about Vestrial.
Most people didn't listen too much.
Some people I see repeatedly, but nobody stays too long.
Helped clean the building.
Told stories about Thistonius
Published video in foreign media.
Meditated on new talent.
Told stories about
Lofwyr sent us a box and some mesh.
Told stories about .....
Told stories about
Went to Wal-Mart and bought more cleaning supplies and a knife.
Told stories about
Helped Jonathan clean up the basement. It smells icky.
Helped Jonathan clean up the basement.
Got permission to sing and tell stories and cell music-media at a coffeehouse
Asked Jonathan how to record minidisks.
Bought a minidisk recorder and some disks and a decent microphone.
This is getting boring. What's the point of being a Troubadour if you don't have any heroes to sing about?
We went on a "joyride" with Steven. We went to Duncan Donuts.
Tristain assured me that doughnuts are not meat. They are fat, which is not like meat.
Barton is a total bastard. He thinks I am useless.
Jonathan decided I was only good as a distraction. He sent me over to the mini-mart where I bought a lot of stuff and waited for them to signal me to walk across the street to drop it in the middle. They gave the signal and I walked across, fell, and started picking things up. The vans stopped, I picked up my shopping bags and ran. This is not right. I hid in an alley a few blocks away for awhile, then went to a different Duncan Donuts and drank more coffee. Something has got to change.
Around 12:30, I got a call from Tristain. He asked me if I could drive the van and I said "No, I'm headed out for a while." He told me to lay low. Convenient that I was already planning that.
Around 1:30, I bought a laptop and an went to the airport. I bought a ticket to Tir Taingir and sent an email to postmaster@oracle.com.
"I'm headed out for awhile. I can't take this.I also sent one to the Ambassador's email address.
If we're not going to act like heroes, there's no point in me
being around here. My purpose is to tell stories about heroes, not
villains and thieves. I'll call you if you get the phone back up.
--AAO,T
"I am headed for Tir Taingir. The others are in trouble, and I am fed up with people who can't act like the heroes they are meant to be. I will rent a hotel room and email you again"
When I got to San Francisco, they put me on a bus to the Tir border, and then rented me a horse. I rode, very slowly, feeling rather lost. Before I left San Francisco, I bought a few changes of clothes, some food and water, and a bag to carry it all in.