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| Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 | | 12:34 pm |
ATTENTION ALL RF/HUDSON/MNPS/ST PAUL FRIENDS OF TRE THE TRE The two busses I live on will be in town any day. Do you want to live on a bus? You're pretty guarunteed a sweet ride if you're like "I'm with tre." I want Jeanette and Raymond, at least. BUT if you DON'T want to live on a bus it's still incredibly important to me that all my from-here friends get a chance to meet the people that have been closest to me for two years. The most beautiful human beings I know are coming here and we'll be running around downtown Mnps/St Paul making music and friends and all of you should come experience that. | | Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 | | 11:11 am |
When I'm online, as you may know, it's usually timed and that's usually a small time. I've been making a couple of myspace bulletins, but not having time to LJ them as only a few of my friends read LJ and not myspace. Here are some things in order: Winter Solstice - I was in Joliet, Illinois, on the Fat Kids bus Dahlia, getting ready to make a kitchen run down to the gathering in Ocala, FL, to show up on the New Year and feed bulk grains and dumpstered produce to holding camp. February 18th, 2008 - Mister Mumbles was driven over by a pickup truck and slain. Two evenings later; full moon, eclipse - Artemis hid her face for grief at the loss of such a young, magnificent boy. It was the first eclipse of any kind I've actually watched. It was beautiful, and I was silent for my boy. The next morning I started with Phrie (who I actually wrote about a year ago in a huge multi-page everything-I-did-in-Ocala post, I think) and his brother Mark for their momma's house in South Carolina for healing and to scrape fat and dry the hide of my new blanket, my first personal heirloom. New moon - Phil and Fern picked us up on their way out of Florida to California, whereupon Phil got his dog Ra back who I'd been babysitting zero-maintenence at the gathering for two or three weeks and then brought with me to South Carolina. This trip is documented pictographically at myspace.com/xSearching . Spring Equinox - Phrie and I arrived from Bakersfield at The Farrrm, where a month previously Mark had invited me to come live. I found fruit trees and little baby sprouts to transplant into the garden beds we're digging and a bucket to poop in and one tap of running water sticking out of the ground (which has since been repiped, after room for some line was dug, to two seperate places to turn on running water) and one building with one room that has electricity (which only turns on a freezer and the cell phone charger) and wood to chop to cook the evening's meal and bedtime stories read by oil lamp-light. One evening later; full moon - The Farrrm had its equinox party in the teepee, with an enormous rousing crowd of ten. This place had three people residing there when we arrived and has bumped to an energetic five, as a few days ago Phrie left for Mt. Shasta and the Mendocino gathering and a week ago Mark's ladyfriend Miss Anna left for Mankato. New moon - this actually won't happen for another I'd say two days, but by then I'll have spent my time digging holes and picking grubs out of horsepoop and tending the compost pile and going on salad walks in the field to collect dinner and sewing and colouring nametags for plants and planting mugwort and aloe and chard and rosemary and Jerusalem artichokes. Eden lives underneath my feet and in a canopy above me. PS: I can be MAILED! I am so psyched by this that I would really really really really love it if you mailed me. tre eklund general delivery Los Molinos, CA 95066 Also I can make CALLS on the weekends and after 2100 Pacific Time. If you insist upon not mailing me the chances of me eventually sometime calling you are pretty good... I think. I haven't actually managed to call anyone except my grandmother yet, but I feel that EVENTUALLY I will lose my every-minute-of-every-day wonder and find some time to step away from the life of the farm and get in touch with my friends. If you are anyone with a phone number, xSearching at the yahoo it to me, and in like two weeks or something when I finally check my email again, I'll get it and stuff. Oh, you should probably use the same email to let me know if I need to go to the post office and ask them for my general delivery... they won't come to the gate and holler. <3u | | Saturday, February 16th, 2008 | | 3:11 pm |
I am still and will continue to be in the Ocala nt'l Forest. Nothing has changed - I demand nothing of you and have nothing to offer. 19N 43E 27N "Syracuse Island" just outta' Salt Springs y'can't miss it we're loud | | Thursday, December 13th, 2007 | | 11:16 am |
HEY HEY HEY HEY NOTHING OF VALUE Going to Albuquerque for Christmas - going to Ocala for New Year's - going crazy for my own good.  create your own visited states map(there are a few more states I've driven through and didn't get out of the vehicle but I didn't mark those down) Current Music: StimpyJC - The Blues (I've got all my old CD's right now!) | | Saturday, October 27th, 2007 | | 2:12 pm |
Not around computers hardly at all, spending weeks at a time without them, but a quick update: it was my Unkee's birthday like a week or two ago. :) (I'm in CA) (not NC) | | Friday, September 28th, 2007 | | 1:57 pm |
[13:48] Alexander Cobian *help: How are you? [13:50] tre -- Thanks, Eric.: Confused! I just got a job and all of a sudden these beautiful boys tell me that they need my influence and wisdom to keep their kitchen running the way a kitchen should. As a Leo, their flattery is getting them everywhere... to leave this job I got a week ago when I was only committing to three months in the first place conflicts with some of my values, but to live in a house and not the woods conflicts with a lot of different ones. [13:51] Alexander Cobian *help: Mmm, indeed. [13:51] Alexander Cobian *help: I was confused when you said you had to go to work. I had thought that usual-world jobs weren't part of your life. [13:52] tre -- Thanks, Eric.: The whole world is a part of my life in some vague way or another. [13:52] tre -- Thanks, Eric.: I haven't had a job in two years. [13:52] Alexander Cobian *help: Does it feel really weird? [13:55] tre -- Thanks, Eric.: No. I'm good at it! I'm good at a lot of things. Everyone seems surprised at the fact that I just decided to get a job and got one - as though it's not something a monkey could do. :P "Having a job" is seen by so many people as so very important, and it's not to me at all (but "keeping my word" is), which is why it's so easy. It's just something else to be good at for awhile before I go find something else to be good at... like a kitchen! I would be really good on that bus! [13:56] Alexander Cobian *help: I'm not at all surprised that you're good at it, I just thought it would be something you wouldn't want to do. [13:56] Alexander Cobian *help: You've expressed that the way you're living now, promises can't really be made, and work is like one huge and often sadness-inducing promise. [13:57] tre -- Thanks, Eric.: :D I definitely will feel a little greasy inside if I have to start paying taxes. [13:57] tre -- Thanks, Eric.: THUS MY CURRENT DILLEMA Current Music: 88.7 | | Tuesday, September 25th, 2007 | | 10:35 pm |
If you come to Asheville, NC, I will give you a DOLLAR. Because it is a good idea. I work at a burrito shop! I work five days this week! I get tons of free food and a free beer every shift! I'm buying pot tonight! And then I'm going to SMOKE IT WITH ALL MY FRIENDS FOR FREE. While feeding them the food I got. FOR FREE. Like food is. And like pot is. Mumbles is still the best dog alive. Nothing has changed - we still need to kill whitey. | | Monday, August 27th, 2007 | | 11:58 am |
Apparently the busses I'm on want to go to the Wisconsin regional Rainbow gathering (in the Kickapoo :D) which they think doesn't start 'til the fifteenth but the website says starts on the fourth. Details will be worked out. I will get ahold of you somehow. But you will be there and meet my beautiful family that has kept me away from managing to do anything else except follow them around and love them for, like, a year and a quarter. :D (I really hope you come and I really hope you enjoy yourself) | | Thursday, August 9th, 2007 | | 12:33 pm |
I just sent an email to my Gramma and I said a lot of good shit about what I've been up to lately and I was like "Hey, I own two of those blog things and I haven't touched them in months." I'M STILL ALIVE AND (finally getting) WELL =============== Gramma, I really appreciated this email. I love you a poopload! :D I have (as usual) limited time so I can't really say everything I want to (I'm in the library in Salt Lake City, which is actually, contrary to what I've heard, a really pleasant place to be), but I wanted to reply to a couple of things. > Dear Sweetie??? So you made it to Portland, I am > not surprised because you are very resourceful. I > did call Parker and he told me about the awful > accident. He was surprised I did not know about it > but I told him you were going to tell me later about > the car so I suppose the rest of the story would > come out. There were a lot of people I didn't call to tell about that accident. I got so sick of talking about it, of thinking about it, because of watching something like that. > I asked him if he still intended to " hook > up " with you again and he said he was. He also had > talked to you the day before (Sunday) and thought > you may be coming this direction. I believe (I keep calling Parker and trying to figure out if I can meet him anywhere, but he's being uncooperative :P) that I am coming to Grand Forks, MN with my dear friend Pixie (who I was around for a month or two in Jan/Feb and have travelled with before) to visit a farm that his friends own. I have no plans to stay in the area, and I wasn't really going to even tell people I was so close. But Parker's in Illinois and I thought that would be a good chance to get somewhere to go meet up with him - we could meet halfway in Des Moines, or something. > That would be good, > I think your being and soul has been damaged and > you need to rest yourself and not struggle for your > existance and upkeep. Having nothing is not a struggle for me. I find the less and less I carry on my person at all times, the more content I can be. I've learned not to worry about where my next meal is coming from; if the sparrows in the field do not worry, and if the lillies are clothed so beautifully, would not I, with all of my powers to work for good in the world, be provided for tenfold by the universe? > You need family or at least we > need you ,of that I am sure. Thank you, gramma. I'm conflicted right now between returning to Parker and taking off on this whim I just got to kidnap Gweedo and bring him to the road, and so I've been stuck mentally for a few days on my concepts of morality and freedom. I believe that I must allow myself to be totally free, as a human being who was born and created that way, and should not stay in situations where I feel I'm doing something against my will. I also believe that it is important not to hurt your dearest loved ones - so do I hurt Parker and go do what I feel comes next in my story, or do I ignore my instincts and return to him because I love him so much? I've been thinking that maybe people need to live their own lives because the world is small enough that it's never goodbye, only "See you soon," and we don't have time to ignore what we want just to stay next to someone. I've been, mentally, comparing the drive to simply stay near to someone to be based upon the same kind of attatchment as drives someone to own a lot of objects for fear they'll need them later - "What is fear of need but need itself?" (Khalil Gibran!) > I need to talk to you > if you are ready about what you were thinking in the > woods, I wonder if the good you do with helping > people to read would translate to a ESL (English as > a Second Language). There are several volunteer > programs around including one I think at the free > clinic where I work and more other places. Otherwise > you can just hang out for a while that would also be > great. Just to know you are OK and were spared is > quite a miracle.? Bless you sweetie????? Gramma J. Doing something like that does sound absolutely amazing at this stage in my life, but I barely know where I'll be this evening. I'm talking it about a half a day at a time right now, and reading and journalling, and I'll be in touch. I love you! - tre | | Thursday, June 7th, 2007 | | 8:18 pm |
Fuck! No matter where I go, there I am! | | Thursday, April 26th, 2007 | | 10:58 am |
Today I'm in Boulder, CO, yesterday I was in Santa Fe, NM, and tomorrow I'll be in Bradshaw, NE. We're going to check out the scene in the Ozarks (MO gathering, Mr. Ike, give me a way to contact you!) and then come "home," and by that I mean where-I'm-from-land, not home. Home will be in MO and was last in AZ (420 rocked). | | Friday, April 13th, 2007 | | 10:45 am |
We bought a new phone charger, so I can be called again. I want to be called! Give the number away! Love you. :D | | Friday, April 6th, 2007 | | 6:02 am |
So I'm in Louisville, KY and tonight Parker, Chris, PackRat, RanDumb, Giggles and I are all on our way out west and will all find our way to 420 eventually. Parker got Green's old guitar, PackRat got a violin and a six-harmonica set, RanDumb got a nine-string manditar (guitardolin?), and if I go to Berkeley and the violin and djembe that Green left there in bygone days are still around, they're mine. LEVEL UP or something. :D Cool. I have a new goal all mapped out for me. I love those (the violin is like a ten-year new goal yay :D). Also, I found out today that I totally weigh 160. Also, right on. Last also: I searched google images for "homeless sign" (I really like signs for some reason, and have trouble throwing them away :D) and on the second page there was TOTALLY a picture of someone I know. Haha. He's SINGING! Neat. Snapshot of me as a wingnut (this happened yesterday): picture yourself leaving WalMart and there's a girl in the middle of the road at the stoplight (instead of just a yellow dotty line there was a whole no-car lane). She's got dreadlocks that go in all sorts of directions and are packed full of random shit, she's wearing a bright purple woollen overcoat and patched-up pants, dancing and singing at the top of her lungs (totally ignoring you) waving around a piece of cardboard that says "I BET YOU $1 YOU WILL READ THIS SIGN" and occasionally shouting jokes over at the guy dressed up as the Statue of Liberty trying to get you to do your taxes with Liberty Tax Return. The only person who gave me a dollar was the driver of a school bus with a bunch of middle schoolers in it. Haha. :D Current Mood:  I'm a WINGNUT. :DCurrent Music: this awesome jazz station | | Monday, April 2nd, 2007 | | 4:34 am |
| | Sunday, April 1st, 2007 | | 10:07 am |
I officially LOVE Chicago (of all places!) and will probably live here for a couple years sometime in my life. We've been here for two days or so (I have no idea what time is) and are today going to Louisville for lunch, I guess. The crew may break up soon and I think it's my presense's fault, though not mine. I don't feel fantastic about that because of everything in Rainbowland I gave up to come run around Babylon with these guys... but making it to 420 in AZ (and/or NoCal) is looking more possible. I think it's officially back to "I'll see you all in May;" sorry for the tease, guys. I wanted to stop in for two days on our way to Colorado real bad, but not only can Green not do it, but I guess we're not really going to Colorado anymore. I wish I knew whether or not my guy back home wanted to make a bunch of money with us. :D | | Thursday, March 29th, 2007 | | 12:25 am |
I'm in Nashville at about midnight and by sunrise should be in St. Louis. This picture was taken at about six or seven this evening, in Atlanta.  Behind me are the Chris I wrote about in January, Green who is my big brother, and Parker who is gentle and generous. In front of me is my sexy-ass husband. Current Mood: sleepy and very wellCurrent Music: night talk shows | | Monday, March 12th, 2007 | | 5:16 pm |
I'm still in Florida, and I keep getting adopted. I'm in an apartment in Bradenton right now, two nights ago I was in one in Ft Lauderdale (where I went to "rage" the lot at Langerado and got fed one night two fat hits of family acid and the next night three fat hits and at least one and a half hits of molly (cut with caffeine) and the next night I had to turn down all the drugs I was offered to fuckin' sleep), and three nights before that, at one in St Petersburg. I'm doing the Florida stuff for another couple of days, beach-and-Babylon things, and then I'm going to go work in Oz kitchen at the Gathering in Alabama. That's the kitchen with the juicy meat and fuzzy nuggets, the only kitchen in the woods with an oven (they've actually got two). I'm the official dishwasher. :) I'm really good at being a human being, I know how to be a human and be generous and kind and blah blah, but I'm lost as to having any idea who I am as a human doing. I'm having fucking fun every day and seeing amazing places and events, but past what I do for my family on a day-to-day basis (cleaning up after them, cooking for them, sewing for them, keeping them warm and hydrated... I picked up the nickname "Momma Bird"), what am I accomplishing? I want one. Crush this person!Get your own ThisCrush.com CrushTag! Current Music: Kami and RanDumb playing the git-fiddle | | Tuesday, January 9th, 2007 | | 5:23 pm |
I'm pretty sure the last time I updated was on my way to Louisiana, so HOLY FUCK do I have a lot of shit to talk about. :D The LA gathering wasn't a gathering, it was a 20-man holding camp (the place where everyone goes to wait for the gathering, figure out where it's going to be, etc). Being so small, I got pretty close to everyone there. I went with Meeker, Pops, and his girl AG, and I met Kramer, Phil, Blackbird, Mexican, Washington, Twinky, and RanDumb (and others obviously) and ran into a girl I'd met in a park in Co Springs with Lish in July named Bostyn. We all went to this badass little few-block section of Baton Rouge where either pot-smoking college kids or pot dealers live in every house (a lot of crack, too, actually) and partied for a week; it rocked. Most of us went to the Mississippi gathering, nicknamed "Missing Hippy" because it's an invite-only (since the cops shut down the LA gathering, they officially invited us, a RARE opportunity for me and Meeker being fresh on the road AND hippies) and consists mostly of A-Campers who have been travelling for at least thirty years or whatever. Everyone there's an agro alcoholic and there are a few fights a day, they threatened to beat up all the hippies in the woods by Thanksgiving, so Meeker left with Kramer and I got a fat lip. :D I started dating this poppa Phil and after a fantastic Thanksgiving where I was fed mushrooms, acid, moonshine, vodka, beer, turkey, pineapple ham, corn, sweet potatoes, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, jerky, grapefruit, and apple pie, Phil and I hitched to Quartzsite, AZ for the preperations for the Gem and Mineral show. We were fuckin' ballin' it the whole way - when you sit behind a sign saying "East" at a truck stop, apparently you get lots of money. We probably got around 350$ over the course of the week-long trip. We smoked a pack of Newports a day, ate two or three hot meals a day, Mumbles constantly got cans of wet dog food and straight MEAT, drank a few beers whenever we wanted to, and bought a half and smoked a few joints a day. Oh, we also made a trip to Wal-Mart for whatever we wanted and just blew like 80$ on traveller's supplies. Quartzsite was pretty boring because we showed up really early so we could get jobs and just decided not to get jobs. I partied in the desert, worked in a kitchen and like fed people and sewed things for people and shit, and Meeker showed up. Phil and I split because he's at a point in his life where he really can't be with anyone. He's like "I can't be good to you; we need to split up" and I'm like "I don't want to split up, you should just be good to me" and so he tried harder and it's just not where he is right now to do the things you need to do to be with someone. Kramer decided to go back to Baton Rouge so I was like "I'll go with you!" but then Phil ended up coming anyway, so the troubles continued. Like, we stayed not-together, but we kept liking each other, and his response to liking me since he really didn't want to was just to try as hard as he could to push me away, and blah blah blah. Meeker ended up going to Portland, OR for Christmas with this (really hot) guy Leo who after that (so by now, I'd assume) was going to show him NoCal. Wrong time of year for it, I'd say, but uh I guess he can do his thing. :D Once the truck got to Baton Rouge I'm like "gah must get away" because I dearly, deeply love Kramer and Phil but damn I don't want to hang out with people smoking a bunch of crack every day. Bostyn showed up so we hitchhiked to Ocala. While we were looking for the site, we sent off this kid Ocean to scout and look for the Welcome Home and after a few hours the driver (who was smoking a bunch of crack goddamnit) was like "I've gotta go make a phone call, let's come back for this kid in like half an hour" and I'm like "FUCK no" so as the van's leaving I get out to wait for Ocean so that when he gets done scouting he won't show up to no van. That was a week and a half ago. :P So I made it to the woods, I've been home for over a week now, and my gear is still... somewhere or other. I figure I'll never get any of my stuff back (it was all in the van!), so I have to start over. I've already got a really nice coat, two sleeping bags, and a little bag that has room in it for like... a sleeping bag and a change of clothing and nothing else. It's enough. I just wish I still had that full roll of film with pictures from Santa Fe (late Oct) through Quartzsite (late Dec). It had a picture of ½&½ and a lot of pictures of Phil. The woods are amazing. I was actually in a really bad place two weeks ago, and the instant I got to the woods I became close friends with fucking everybody. Everyone goddamn loves me, the woods are full of my dear friends, every hot boy in the woods comes up and tries to flirt with me (as well as the not-so-hot ones :D), I've manifested everything I've needed so far (who needs to enter the woods with any gear?), I've been dosed for days, there are probably at least five or six people in the woods I could go have sex with tonight if I wanted, the kitchen considers me valuable help, Nic at Nite lets me walk around with his busket and roll people cigarettes for him... every day is full of beauty and love and joy and love and exuberance and love and music and love. I just know I'm staying in the Ocala nt'l forest for at least a month (the gathering itself doesn't start 'til Feb... there are maybe a hundred of us now but it should get to at least five, six hundred), so for the next month while you're not hearing from me, that's what I'm doing. Oh, and in about a week, after council, Pixie and I are going to hitchhike to... where did he say his bus is parked? Kansas? Kentucky? and pick up his bus and come back. Pixie has told multiple people behind my back that I'm the hottest girl in the woods. In the meantime while I'm gone, I'm hoping not to lose Chris, who's the hottest guy in the woods and sleeps next to me every night. It caused a little drama with Jesse (the one Lish went to Washington with), who's Nic at Nite from the National gatherings and rediculously beautiful, since he picked Chris up as a housie and was his road dog for the two months Chris has been on the road, and Jesse really wanted me to be with HIM apparently and like got drunk the other night and asked me to sneak out of Chris's bed and crawl into his. Right now I'm typing this from Basil's house, the girl who just handed out a quarter pound of pot and case after case of beer to the whole gathering. Kimo, one of the three main dudes from Granola Funk, a huge National gathering kitchen, makes me kiss him at least once a day, Amnesia from Shut Up and Eat It (another main kitchen) acknowledges me as his dishwashing lady, and the Agro Rednecks really want to convert me and have me walk around belligerently yelling at everyone with them all night. Last night, I was in the middle of the road, and two different camps yelled "TREEE!" at just about the same time because they both wanted me to come smoke their pot and I had to, like, pick which one of them to tell to hang on and they were both like "No, fuck you, get over here!" Like, everything's fucking crazy. I swear to fuck I'm tripping balls, like, I've never been anywhere that I experienced something like this. EVERYONE loves me. What the fuck? :D Like, I seriously don't know what the hell's going on. It's kind of intimidating, like, now I have to make sure to be extra-special righteous to everyone to make sure I deserve all the love I feel, y'know? It's like a challenge to step up as a human being. I love the woods so deep. I'm coming to lots of realisations and epiphanies and countless, endless moments of realising sheer bliss. I'm trippin' BALLS, dude, how am I so happy and loved every fucking minute? It's goddamned REDICULOUS. don't know what else to say I LOVE YOU Yeah, that was all. :D Current Mood:  I LOVE YOU | | Thursday, November 9th, 2006 | | 1:19 pm |
In a hurry, but quick notes: IT'S ONFound directions to the Louisiana gathering, it officially starts on the 16th. Fuckin' POWER - I can't WAIT to get back to Rainbowland. I'm going and taking my bro HOME. Went to Santa Fe, saw ½&½, things were weird for a minute, had a good last day, left ½&½, miss him, all that jazz. CID and Rob weren't there, but I hooked up with Pops/Randy and am travelling with him now (I love guys named Pops), he should be meeting us at the gathering. Been hitching Texas - it takes longer and you stay hungrier than northern Califas, who'd have thought? :P Gotta love a challenge. Uh... rockin' it. Things are well, Mumbles is huge, Meeker is fantastic, I miss my dude (or whatever I should call him???), I'm going HOME. Current Mood:  no weed for three days :PCurrent Music: been singing every day | | Sunday, October 22nd, 2006 | | 11:10 pm |
w/ addressesif you search for itMeeker suggested it, and I miss urban exploring like none other. To see the explored as a possible home!  Current Mood:  fucking ready alfucking readyCurrent Music: Stupid (but hilarious) TV |
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