In Search of #6 ~ A travelogue and memoir written and performed by Damon Timm; available as an audiobook podcast (podiobook) in iTunes or on your feedreader.
Wherein Ben and Damon consider the meaning of life; Damon’s ankle is injured and Ben is doubtful of the authenticity of his painful moans; #6 is called upon to strengthen the spirits and the fallen hopes and dreams of the weary traveler; an egg is cracked and its yolk is spent on the ground like goat seed in sacrifice of those who came before them.
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A conspiracy or spamming glitch: it seems you all have combined to write 57 more comments than I have written posts. I am ashamed. Though you may try and write as many comments as you can, but I have written 102363 more words than everyone here put together. Keep typing. You'll get there one day.
4 Comments
Comment by Oswald Moseley
April 24, 2006 @ 1:48 am | Link
Another perfectly lovely chapter. In fact I’d say that chapter 3 is the perfect successor to chapter 4. I hope chapter 5 comes next.
I hope you’re not planning to cycle to Alaska. Watch out for the Yeti.
Comment by Damon
April 24, 2006 @ 10:26 am | Link
I suspect if Ben and I come to Alaska with our bicycles it will be to run the Iditarod — of course, we will have to perform some slight modfications to our trusty Cannondales to keep them above the snow, however, I suspect there are so few roads to ride on in Alaska anyhow, we would have to make those modifications regardless of the path chosen.
Comment by Ursula
April 24, 2006 @ 11:34 am | Link
I am, evidently, poorly suited for serialized books. I tend to plow through 1-4 (regular) books per week. This waiting to see “what happens next” is not befitting my nature. Hurry up and write more.
Comment by Damon
April 25, 2006 @ 12:37 am | Link
Well, I am, obviously, poorly suited for writing. I tend to get depressed when it takes me 4,659 hours to write something that can be browsed through in one sitting (clever as it may be). My only suggestion would be: read slower. Perhaps at the same pace it takes me to write it or even slower still. Read one word, and then read that word again, and then share a pensive moment considering the etymology of that word and how it might be best translated into Cantonese.
That’s the best I can offer. Other than my time-travel machine which can take you into the futute but, as of yet, cannot return you in one piece. It’s your choice.
To be honest: I’m so excited people are reading it I may stop writing all together. Especially when I can spend my time composing replies to comments (which is my real passion).
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