The Debt Debate

This is a scary number to me. Every day it changes and it gets larger. I'm at a loss of words to describe the uncertainty of what the number will be the next day. It is difficult to see 2022, but if I make all of my payments until then, it will be over with. That is, unless I find a way to make it disappear in several large payments (like this chap did in ten months, granted his salary and determination were at a higher level than my own).

I'm not suggesting that anyone follow that guy's prescription for eliminating student debt (as I'm sure he had a powerful network to draw upon), but I do believe I can make a stab at the old idea of scrimping and saving. This is my last big hurdle that counts against me (now that I'm looking to buy a house). My work, graduate studies, and social responsibilities may all be tested as I solidify a goal of bringing that outstanding balance down to zero, but I will make it happen.

In an effort to add to that cause, I have some musical instruments and other unused items that can definitely go, so expect a list of items that I'm parting with sometime soon. As my mentor once said, "If you haven't used it for six months, you probably won't use it for another six months." (Obviously, he may have not spent time in an Iowa winter, because sometimes it takes longer than six months to use shorts or the lawnmower.) His words may seem a little over-simplistic, but they do hold water. I would probably exclude things like works of art or ritualistic items (be they religious or otherwise), but the majority of the other "things" in our daily lives are just extras if we don't use them.

Take my aforementioned instruments. Three of my four guitars have been in their cases or simply hiding in my closet for almost half a decade now. My bass amp has sat unused in about the same amount of time. The collection of electronic gizmos and geek antiques have simply been lost to the hoards of dust bunnies. Even my beloved wing back chair has not been sat in by anyone for at least half a year.

These extra things that we cannot live without can really catch us off guard when we look around at all of them. I've become especially aware of this as of late. Since meeting my girlfriend (or rather, her having met me), I've reinforced my belief that it is not what you do, what you have, or where you go. Instead, life is mostly about who you choose to spend it with. Take joy in the fact that you are six feet above ground (or 5'11" for me) and not six feet below it yet.

The tangential direction of this blog has taken many facets, but, quite frankly, that has been my favorite aspect of it. In an almost organic way, it has incorporated my thoughts and experiences (both expected and unexpected) into one coalescent entity. Only recently have I let my philosophical side meander on this blog, but hopefully you haven't lost interest. Stay tuned and watch as the roller coaster ride of student debt continues to be at the forefront of my future. Feel free to comment on any post at any time. Until next time, catch you all down that dusty trail.

There and back again...

When you look out over Kansas City from the World War I Memorial, you can begin to understand the urban setting. Essentially, the main business district is encircled by interstates on all sides, and this lone monument rises above the city's skyline, memorializing the Great War.

The other day I arrived in this Old West town and dined at a local famous bar-b-que restaurant. It was everything I could have imagined. No wonder KC BBQ is so popular! Another stop in this city was the Federal Reserve Bank of Kansas City. After a light security check, the exhibits showcased coins and currency from the early colonial time onward through the revolution and well into the 20th century. For a currency buff, this is a must see. You even are awarded approximately $165 in unfit currency (shredded, of course) upon your exit of the building.

The final stop in KC was at a local museum. I was blown away at the specimens and artifacts there. Particularly I was drawn to several pieces. One was a painting on a piece of wall from a Buddhist temple, and the other was a gem of antique American furniture (see below). Now, if only I had a house in which to put it.

As my time on the road drew to a close, however, I made one final pit stop in Pella, Iowa, before returning home to Cedar Falls. I had lunch with a friend at the Windmill Cafe and then made the quick jaunt home. I covered just about 3500 miles on this trip with all the little stops and caveats, and each mile was worth it. The car ran beautifully (averaging between 30 and 35 miles per gallon on the highway), the food was great, and the people were as amazing as ever. Were it not for my friends across this great land of ours, it would just be a magnificent country with breathtaking sights. It is not about what you do, or where you go, but, rather, who you are with.


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Now that I have made it back, I'm rested and relaxed. I'm ready to begin the new semester with vigor and persistence. One year remains before I can obtain my master's degree, and then the time will come to decide where to go next. I want to stay, and, yet, I want to be on the road. It calls me. It beckons me. One day, I will return to the dotted yellow lines and two lane blacktop. For the longest time it was the road that I loved. Now, I love another. She is the most sweet and genuine girl I have ever met. Sometimes the best things happen when you least expect it...like a stranger approaching you at a bookstore.

So, where does this tale of a weary traveler who craves coffee from mom and pop shops go from here? Well, as further developments happen in my existence, you'll be updated. For brevity's sake, however, I'll close this evening with just a final thought. The human experience is nothing without travel. Our ancestors traded at great distances with peoples of other cultures, and through that we became this amalgamation of completely different cultures all intermingling with one another. Don't be a tourist, just be a human being. Get out of your comfort zone and explore. Create your own path. It will be you in the dirt when it is your time to go. (Oh, and stop to try the local cuisines while you're at it. Nothing makes for a great road trip like good food.)

Until next time, catch you all down that dusty trail!

Two miles up

Hello all from the top of the Sandia Peak in Albuquerque, New Mexico! I spent the last few days here in ABQ with two of my best friends! We watched movies, played Minecraft for nearly half a day straight, and then took the tramway up to the top of the mountain this afternoon.

Albuquerque definitely has a certain appeal. One side of me wants to stay and enjoy the great people here, while the other side of me is freaked out by the sheer number of people that live here.

For now, though, Iowa will be my home. Early tomorrow morning I'll be hitting the road in that direction. I won't give away where my next stop will be, but just replace ABQ with BBQ.

 

By the way, check out this pic --->

Do you see the face?

This is your captain speaking...

Let this be an indication as to what my day consisted of yesterday. However, I missed my appointment with you all for the past few days. So, let me bring you up to speed.

My trip out of the U.S. 550 canyon was spectacular. The views were so breathtaking that it puts the trip before Ouray to shame. As many of the t-shirts said, I survived the climb and descent to Durango. After arriving in Cortez, CO, I was a bit hungry, so I spent a little time at the Burger Boy Drive-In. The green-chile burger was amazing, the sweet potato fries were delicious, and the shake was the perfect compliment to it all. However, the road didn't stop there.

En route to Flagstaff, I stopped by the Four Corners monument (knowing full well that the actual spot of four contiguous state corners was not there). It was in the middle of nowhere, and to look at a spot in the dirt, not really of any major significance. So, quickly I boogied down to Flag Town. There I met up with a friend of mine and his fiance (the ones who suggested I take U.S. 550). We feasted that night at Diablo Burger in downtown Flagstaff. I say, if you ever get a chance, swing by there for some of the best burgers you could ever want. (There seems to be food theme here, but quite frankly, the food is good).

Yesterday, however, trumped the drive. The Daoist Academic took to the air and viewed the Grand Canyon from the vantage point of a helicopter. Awe inspiring is what I would call the sights. You would be hard pressed to get a better sight of the canyon unless you walked the floor. My only advice, as cliche as it sounds, this is one places you all should visit. It really puts into perspective our human experience. After I return from the trip and edit the videos, you'll get to see the beautiful landscape.

I made it into Albuquerque last night to enjoy a film with my roommate and his girlfriend. Today, the plan is to kick back, relax, and take in some more sights. So, make sure your seatbelt is fastened, your tray table is in the upright position, and enjoy the flight.

The Story Continues...

This was but one of the many sights I was able to see today on my trip from Lakewood to Ouray. The first priority, however, was to leave that god forsaken place of Denver. My hotel (Days Inn) had cockroaches, an old man paying his rent at the front desk (apparently he lived there) was convinced that I was the Aurora murderer, and the traffic was so congested that it took me almost two hours to leave the city limits.

Fortunately, I found solace in Castle Rock at the B&B Cafe. They served up a mean omelet, some fresh baked rye bread, and the best blueberry pie I've ever had! I'd highly recommend that place to anyone. Later on the trip I made my way through Colorado Springs to head West on U.S. 24. After a minor setback at Buena Vista, I finally oriented myself. I made my way to Gunnison, the city where my father once lived as a young man. It was a typical little Colorado town with a main street, and it even has a college (officially changing its name to a university today).

However, before enjoying my evening meal at the Twisted Fork, I first had to tackle the steep mountain climb of U.S. 50 to the East of Gunnison. It pushed my car to the limits. It was almost a mirror race to the top, too, being there was a similar model year Cadillac right next to me all the way to the other side.

Even though that climb was a struggle, the sights that were before me were miraculous. I can only imagine what will happen tomorrow on the rest of U.S. 550. Unfortunately (and fortunately for the Earth itself), intermittent rain kept me from getting more footage of the drive as I wanted. Stopping for a quick photo opportunity like the one above was a quick jump out of the car and a quick jump right back in before rain struck again. It was beautiful though, the rain in the mountains.

Nebraska's parallel and perpendicular roads can't even begin to hold a candle on how fun the winding and twisting turns that are here in Colorado. As much as I mention about them, or show photographic/videographic evidence for them, you really need to experience the wind through your hair and centrifugal forces yourself. Then you'll know the meaning of excitement.

So, after several shorter blog posts, I do hope this one did not bore you to sleep. Speaking of sleep, I'm going to be getting some right about now. Catch you all down that dusty trail!