Where in the World was Darren "Gav" Bleuel?

The story's been told by countless others, but now it's my turn. I've become a modern mooch--an American nomad in a overcivilized world. I carry with me the angst of a generation that only gets a single letter name, "X". My calendar is labeled in miles, not months, and every day I wake up in three-day old clothes and ask myself, "My God! What have I done?"

It's not that school was too taxing, and it's not that my job was too overbearing. I'm a slacker and proud of it. How much of the last few months do you remember? I remember at least the past thousand miles. Other people greater than me have quit their jobs, dropped out of school, cancelled their leases, stolen a truck, and given away all their stuff in exchange for a false freedom and a road to nowhere. But how many of them have a web site? Kerouac could only dream to give away the material and keep the electronic buzz. I am of a generation hyped up on coffee and rumour and I heard we were out of coffee.

Segue to a fish: (April 23, 1996)

Trading velocity in space for velocity in time, for the most part my journey has stalled, but not stopped. Best you read the ramblings.

Ramblings and Ravings

• The Ramblings, A Journal of sorts.
• The Rest, What you actually own when you own nothing (and who used to own it).
• The Refills, Bare statistics on where, when, and for how much I refuel.
• The Regrets, Things I will miss.
• The Reasons, Unlinked for a reason.

Go Back! Go Back! (To Seatbelt Googolplex, Darren's Home Page)

Thanks to Chuck, who updates the map for me.

gav@nuc.berkeley.edu