CURRENTLY: New York City, NY

One month left to go

More in the Pre-Trip, Preparations

As of yesterday, I have one month left until I depart for my trip around the country.

I’ve noticed an increasing amount of people asking why exactly I’ve created this trip. If you read my last post in this blog, a conversation I recently had with some folks on a social networking forum, you may understand my basic motivations. However, every time I think about AA2.0, I conjure up more and more rationales, and every time I think about what I’m about to do, I feel the same as someone who sees a celebrity, child birth, or flying squirrel for the first time - an excitable confusion that if provoked can bring you to the point of nausea and unconsciousness.

Last month I interviewed Noel Hidalgo from (a film project that will take Noel to seven continents on $7,777). During our conversation, I asked him why he was taking his trip. With a serious demeanor he told me, “It’s my destiny.” Now, although I would never say Around America in 2.0 is my destiny (sounds a little too kamikaze pilot-esque for me), I do acknowledge it could potentially mean something rather large for the Internet community. I also understand that it may be rather dangerous. So, I suppose a tad of me admits to understanding how he feels.

This project represents an intense and enormous conglomeration of a thousand different ideas, feelings, hopes, dreams, aspirations, etc. Nevertheless, considering that, I still feel naive and irrational to try to pull this trip off only after planning for two months. However, in order to prove my point that the web has brought us to a position of unbelievable immediacy, unparralleled connectivity, and immeasurable mobilization, I feel that some measure of spontaneity is necessary.

My head is such a mess right now that lately I’ve found myself sitting in front of my laptop or a heap of maps staring blankly for sometimes close to 15 minutes. I feel the inside walls of my head so jarringly packed with clusters of names, professions, availabilities, boroughs, towns, cities, and states that I feel if I were to meet one more person, a simple, “Hello, my name is…” may cause a sudden cranial leak.

One of the strangest phenomenons I’ve noticed occurrs when I see or meet another person on the street. I immediately question what their MySpace, Facebook, Friendster, and Flickr account profiles look like. Do they have a popular blog with readership along my route? If so would they have any interest in reviewing my project? A quick head shake brings me back to reality. No, they simply want to purchase an apple ahead of me in line.

During the days when I find time after work to not stare at a computer screen, I feel lost between videoblogger meetups, sponsorship requests, and every single shape, size, and brand of US map. Attempting to portray a noticable sense of assurance about the trip is difficult when I’m asking every person I meet if they know anyone with a car anywhere in the entire state of Alabama.

I also can’t stop thinking about whether or not I even have the talent, motivation, technical know-how, wit, or energy to survive a trip like this. I’m scared, nervous, thrilled, anxious, extatic, noxious, focused, confused, and overjoyed all at the same time 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I haven’t been able to eat properly in god knows how long. I’ve been sleeping an average of 4 hours a night for close to 20 days. I had to buy a new toothbrush yesterday because I lost my other one 5 days ago and don’t have time to look for it.

I’ve been putting myself through a form of travelers bootcamp. I’ve stopped washing my clothes and showering on a regular basis in order to adapt to this lifestyle now before I get on the road. I literally have been wearing the same pair of pants without washing them at least for a few hours every single day since the project began. I know many that will definitely attest to that one. If you’ve been wondering why I appear in a white v-neck undershirt in every video, it’s because I purchased 20 of them to get myself used to wearing the same t-shirt day in and day out. I have decided that the best way to save room on packing is to simply discard my clothing and purchase additional cheap clothing as I move throughout the trip.

I’m still working 9:30-6 every day as a newspaper reporter and am about to be flown to California to interview some really big names in the Internet industry, but I honestly could care less. I can’t stop thinking about the route ahead of me in September.

My daily activities are flying past me like roadsigns or telephone poles along a highway that I barely catch in my peripheral vision. All I see is are blurry trails of the actions my hands are performing in front of me, while I race to catch up to reality.

I’m so nervous that all of the hype, all the talk, all the money, and all the faith people have put in me thus far could literally be for nothing. My hands literally shake when I think about it.

And, after all is said and done, if truth really be told…

I wouldn’t have it any other way. :)

One Response

  1. I just have been catching up on RocketBoom episodes and saw the episode mentioning your trip. Sounds like a great vlogging project and I will start watching. And in this post you say:

    “I feel if I were to meet one more person, a simple, “Hello, my name is…” may cause a sudden cranial leak.”

    And since my signature poem I always start performances with is: “Hello, my name is Zork” I figured I would drop a note. I hope the quest and the vlogs all go well.

    – Eric ZORK Alan [National Slam Poet]
    – Professional poet & BED VLOGGER
    – StolenSnapshots . com

    Posted by Eric ZORK Alan on 28 November 2007 at 12:10 am

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