Next time I go through Ohio I want to visit you in your van by the railroad tracks that you live out of in whatever Podunk town you reside in. I want to know how Turd really lives. How’s your wifi reception inside the van?
We’ll proceed to have philosophical discourse at the local bar over a drink. Perhaps you know a local Hooters nearby that you’re already accustomed to for such an event.
This town has no Hooters, and I’m too broke. I don’t have a van, but a unregistered Dodge Durango… decided it was smarter to get my equipment for my business prior to that stupid truck getting legal with it’s rust issues and window, given my employment depends on a old man surviving, he is 90, his wife near terminal with cancer… either gets hospitalized, I’m jobless again. I really don’t want to work as anyone’s employee again. I figure worst comes to worst, I can just lug my equipment to Pittsburgh, and live in a camouflaged box in the woods, till I earn enough for a proper work van, or at least finish the repairs on my truck.
I’m like, 90% there on purchased equipment, but some if it takes practice. So, no… won’t be meeting anyone anywhere soon, but I will be heading out to Indianapolis before the end of winter:
You missed me last time I was out west, even encouraged you while you were in Portland to go to Hawaii. Not my fault your stuck out in Laramie or Cheyanne. I have no special reason to head out that way. If I’m the least bit successful, will be flying down to Haiti though, your free to tag along. I gotta look for papers unpublished by a philosopher who lived there for a while, likely nothing, but gotta check. Ill be backpacking, want to crisscross that hellhole. It be like “Paravous Englais… oh fucking hell, they got machetes, Run!” It is the only place where a entire country is homeless. I want to see it firsthand so I can figure out exactly why.
I’m going for another walk soon, just finished my shitfood at Long John Silvers.
And I wouldn’t live or work out of a van like that, I would have a extended cargo van or a white sprinter van, nothing that stands out. I’m 100% stealth.
So if your up for Haiti, if I can afford it (and dammit, I better) so be it.
What’s Greenleaf? Are you a part of some sort of hippy commune currently? Camouflaged box in the woods? How would that work out? I thought you hated your experiences in Hawaii. Haiti, wtf? Haiti is definitely not part of places I would want to go visit.
One more thing, what are you eating at Long John Silvers? The fried chicken club sandwiches are great there along with the fried shrimp dipped in tartar sauce. Can’t forget the Hush Puppies there also.
Just the chicken. It sucks bad, but I don’t have many options.
You don’t go to the places you want to go to, but the places you need to be, in order to be a better and more productive philosopher. Haiti is a decent start, a NY doctor runs a clinic in the center of the island, was thinking of hiking out there after I do my papers search. If you want to get to know me, it is during these searches I periodically take. Nothing I’ve ever undertaken has been without this frame of mind governing my actions. Cynicism isn’t merely about poverty, but also being the pennacle of the age’s philosophy. We have fewer excuses for not undertaking the great challenges, for doing the great things, when the opportunity presents itself. Our poverty and independence gives us the ability to do so. Wealth and luxury are inherent evils only when they pursuade us of the necessity otherwise, or when it makes us too weak or fearful for the undertaking. You should always be on the looking for the great questions of your era, mindful of the need for understanding and solutions. The first to ask, to search out, face impossible conditions, society will scoff at them, they will have no support, and must walk in those proverbial places where angels fear to tread.
Greenleaf is just a economic management philosophy, I didn’t get to stop by last time I headed out, once I’m driving again here soon I’m swinging out to Indiana (no farther). He mostly writes on the topic of detecting intuitive thinkers in a organization that already figured out why a company was going to hell, had a solution but were outside of the command structure so never really got a say in… then when shit hits the fans, they sit around with malaise, seeing everything going down the drain… his whole approach wasn’t to assert tradition styles of top down leadership, in asserting ideas and commands, but to send those managers out sniffing for the people on the bottom, whoever they are (could be the fucking janitor or stockboy) and get them into better positions to contribute. It emphasizes a decentralization of ego. You put more effort into developing these others than yourself. A company benefits twofold… you get excellent managers who can network unorthodox thinkers across the company, and you get these otherwise overlook local geniuses appreciated and fastracted for advancement.
It is something missing in most merit systems. I really want to dig deep and map his system our neurologically, and compare it to other systems, I think it could definitely upgrade our societies’ current approach to leadership and management, not merely for business administration, but any enterprise we undertake. We need to do better to get the best to the top.
Just make it look like a cargo work van outside, but this on the inside. Complete stealth. Have a shitliad of work receipts and tax returns hanging in a bag by the door so you can prove your not a pedophile scumbag, but a legit businessman, and merely travelled out too far on a call, needed to rest. I don’t think most cops will go beserk, especially if your “workvan” in a Class B motor home legally registered, allowing you to sleep in it lawfully. What his name… Zoots, was a idiot in his approach. It was too obvious, he was too assertive, angry, and defensive, and he didn’t provide the police with good reason to see him as harmless or even as a positive contributing tax payer. He turned to crime (kinda understandable given his trade hibernates in the winter) instead of driving off into ft he wilderness himself and laying low.
There is a smart way and a dumb way to do anything.
If I save up enough for a large sprinter van (the kind you can walk around in without ducking) and deck it out like the Sports mobile Houses, and enough to buy land and a house, I think I will be able to afford a decent woman… probably angers the feminists to say it like that, but as a guy, you more or less gotta show a decent nest to attract a bird. I don’t want any old ho, want someone of better intelligence and nice hair. Having a kickass RV and a farm just outside a city might just do it. My farm won’t grow anything but hay that someone else can cut, but that’s because I’m lazy.
Man I never went to Haiti, but I went to the Dominican Republic. I was back and fourth between Santo Domingo and La Romana. The nice parts are pretty nice, but Some places in and around Santo Domingo were like crazy poor. People selling fake cubans and not even having the sense to ask for more than a buck each. The Mexicans at least know to charge close to what they charge in the store then let you talk em down on a fake cigar, but the Dominicans are just mobbing you in the street basically begging for money and giving away fake cigars. Lots of people without shoes, very dirty, no restaurants that aren’t locally owned with god knows what in the food. No good refrigerator magnets or t shirts. Just a shit hole really. I seem to remember some dudes with rifles standing around like maybe the cops there are really heavily armed I don’t know what that shit was about. I got the sensation that there was all sorts of really bad shit happening around me when I was there really. Not like I was going to get kidnapped or anything, but like I could maybe get stabbed or something like that. It’s pretty close to Haiti, and I’ll be honest man, if it gets worse as you go west on that island, I don’t really wanna go there. Isn’t Haiti a tremendous shit hole?
Yes, very easy to die from disease or violent intent. Mix of west African voodoo and Catholicism. I might just walk around with Benedict Monk robes to hide the fact I’m American, and not worth robbing. Get a machete and keep in just inside the robes in case it gets crazy.
Dominican Republic doesn’t count. Thats the wussy side of the island, not the philosopher’s side. Can’t be worst than Iraq.
I bought a 1986 Chevy van which is causing me trouble. The battery was dead this morning again as I wanted to move it to the other side of the road for tomorrows cleaning. It just goes dead without reason after it had been in the hands of a 80 year old mechanic way up in the countryside who fixed the engine for the wipers.
Originally my plan was to get a van and drive up north and have adventures in the country, but I find myself attached to the city, without much use for a van. Especially since the roads here, due to the hard and irregular frost, are basically large potholes of varying depths, and the van has the suspension of a heavy pickup, it is not a comfortable ride at all.
The thing is comfortable enough to be in, but Im thinking about selling it again. The engine and gearbox have been recently replaced with brand new ones. It runs well. But too many elements are shitty. I bought it from an idealistic perspective. Practically I’d be better off with a shitty Hyundai.
Turd, be careful of the serpent and the rainbow in Haiti.
Point of a van, if your using it for pleasure, not to live in it, is to turn it into a RV. Women are into the idea too.
You can put in one or two bikes, or kayaks, or a air mattress, or sleeping cot, etc.
You claim to be rich, so just get the battery short issue fixed. Go on EBay, buy some solar cells (get the wure and soldering glue too, ask what size diode you need for the Watts and volts online), head to a large hardware store, get a clear plexiglass window for the top and bottom, have it bolted down (waterproof) to the room, with wires running down to 3-4 marine deep cell batteries. If your battery in your van goes dead, you can boot it from these. You can get these wired up to a inverter for appliances like a fridge (portable, indoor ones don’t work well in a vehicle, they gotta be completely flat to work) or toaster. Wash with a washcloth if out for a few days, heat up some water, just add shampoo to the water first, use all over, no need to rinse. 4/5 gallon water, like for office water dispensers, with a cheap pump works wonders. Bucket with a $20 toilet seat, lined with fresh garbage bags for shitting if you drive into the deep wilderness.
Your van has a big roof, you should have a easy time stealth hiding solar panels. Only people from above will see them. It is free electrity once you do it. Who cares if the van is shit, so long as it runs. You can also install roof vents. Cheap fake floor tiles slapped on a sheet of plywood acting as your floor… go as cheap or as expensive as you want. Van always trumps any other vehicle for outdoor fun, as it is essentially a mobile launch pad and shelter. You can get custom propane kitchen sets for the Backdoor… if shit hits the fan, your not really homeless as long as you have this. Imagine someone losing their job and home while still owning a set up equal or better than described above. Situation sucks, but can be so much worst. I assure you, so very much worst. Women do like the idea generally too.
You just need to stick to a van, and keep upgrading it, till it turns awesome. If you live in a house, you don’t need to make it stealth. You can upgrade the outside will it looks awesome.
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Just keep an eye out on Class B Motor homes, Sports mobile, Stealth Vans, Slab Cities on the net. Look at the pics, get ideas.
You can do all sorts of upgrades to a older van, make it look like this:
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That kit is just over $20 bucks. It is a good starter kit, but don’t expect a whole lot of electricity out of it. Looks at how much each individual cell produces, buy grade A. The diode comes with this kit, but for different sized panels, you need different diodes. Diodes are simple, once you ask someone which one you need, to install.
You can build a stealth, flat laying frame, mount a roof rack to your fan and line it on the bottom, or build it like in the sort of metal frame house roofs use.
Look at sites like this, just stayed focus, ask questions. It us confusing at first.
Joker, they very rarely sacrifice foreign backpackers anymore in Haiti, it isn’t the 90s anymore.
If you become a voodoo ritual sacrifice in Haiti I’ll send flowers for your grave Turd. 
What grave? They are eaten.
I’ll burn a candle for you then in memory.
Your not Christian, you don’t believe in burning candles.
How about you eat a long, burning candle in memory of me instead? It would matter far more to me.
No one’s saying it’s worse that Iraq. I’m just saying when you’re getting within range of that Haitian border, you can tell.
What?! You have to be a Christian to burn a candle in remembrance of somebody?
I was being sincere Turd, I was thinking about shedding a tear listening to some sad violin music upon the news of you being ritualistically slaughtered in a Haitian voodoo ritual. I’m trying to show my admiration for you fella!
Sorry, I don’t eat candle wax buddy even if as funny that sounds in thought. I’m pretty sure that’s unhealthy to consume.
Way coating the walls of your intestines can only be good for you.
Thing is, the other day someone threw their mattress on the curb. Checked for bedbugs, there were none, clean as a mattress could be on the side of the road.
Trouble is, it was nowhere near my house so I had to lug it at least 3 blocks. Arms almost gave way half way through.
It doesn’t really fit in my house, have to squeeze through the door but hey beats sleeping on the floor. I wish it wasn’t a queen size mattress, would have preferred something much smaller, much easier to carry.
Thinking about buying a chainsaw, cut the mattress in half, I also have woodwork to do, and once I’m done I can use the motor for a bicycle. Id prefer a chainsaw with an electric motor, gasoline is so volatile I get paranoid of it exploding while the damn things in my hands, or directly under my feet.