You ever hear of it? It’s a proposed Pacific state that would include parts of southern Oregon and northern California. And I nominate Matt (above) to be its first governor.
All you need to know is he gives 110% to whatever he does. And I mean whatever he does. While you and I are hemming and hawing, Matt’s doing. And he just might be crazy enough to lead the revolution.
First though, a little photographic tour of Jefferson’s coastline, one of the most beautiful in the lower 48.
If you’ve been following along this summer you may recall that I met Matt in Washington D.C. in July. He was in town on a monthlong fellowship at the Wilson Center. (Like me, you probably haven’t heard of that either. But now I know it’s a pretty prestigious gig to get in academic circles.) He’s fluent in Russian, has spent years living there, is publishing his research on national and religious identity and territorial conflict regularly, and is generally an all-around rock star.
You thought I might be exaggerating, huh? He plays some mean Rolling Stones covers. And he has excellent taste in music in general…I’ve never heard Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks so loud so early in the morning, well, pretty much ever.
But okay, let’s be real. Jefferson’s not going to happen. And I’m almost positive Matt wouldn’t want to be its governor if it did. (More like the King.) He’s doing his own thing, and I probably shouldn’t say it….shhhhh, but I think he might be a spy. Yeah, he kinda reminds me of Mickey Rourke’s character in the movie White Sands. “I’m C-fuckin’-I-A, Bobby!”
It’s great meeting people on the road. Matt’s the only one on this trip who I saw twice in different locations that happened to be thousands of miles apart. That’s cool for some reason. Oh yeah, because he told me to stop by on my way south from Oregon. He gave up his bed for me for a couple of nights. He made sure as much as he could that I had a good time in Humboldt even though he’s busy as hell and stressing out a little about going up for tenure a year early. All this based on meeting through a mutual friend and spending a week together in our nation’s capital. That’s pretty fucking cool.
Thanks again brother. Call me up when you’re ready to lead the charge. It’ll make a photo essay for the ages I’m sure.