Wow, I wish I had such dedication:

http://www.c71123.com/daily_photo/

And links to other "obsessive photo projects":

http://www.c71123.com/daily_photo/links.php

A dream from 9 May 1980:

"I am involved in some kind of race or chase. There are 3 teams and we are trying to get to Japan first and we have bicycles . . . The event starts out somewhere in the desert (I guess Palmdale)and the other two teams have a definite advantage because they have the money to take jet planes there . . . They both take off and are on their way to Japan--a friend tells me of a way to get over . . . I take apart my bicycle and put all the different parts in packages, then I put my body inside some kind of tractor tire that was being shipped to Japan. It was kind of scary at first, I was being rolled around a whole lot, but I got used to it . . . I arrive in Japan and Tokyo is one huge shopping center with lots of people with cameras . . . They seemed like tourists in their own towns. I get picked up by my teammate, who is Woody Allen and his son, who is a nice, bright, funny kid . . . Slowly we arrange the bicycle parts aright again and head for the finish line . . . We find out that the other teams have not gotten there yet. We are happy and don't care if we win, but glad that the race will be a close one."

A diary entry from 18 May 2006:

"In my hotel room, watching Italian MTV. Today was a long stretch of walking, which is refreshing compared with yesterday, a day of little movement across broad expanses of space and time. After checking my bag in Heathrow, I sat in the international departures wing of the airport for two hours, waiting for a gate to be assigned to my flight. I spent this time boy-watching, for the most part. When I got on the plane, I was ready for it all to be done. After a long (it seemed so) flight, a long train ride, and a long walk through the hectic streets of Rome, I finally reached the hotel and collapsed. The watchman brought me to my room, turned on the tv, turned the channel to the soccer game, and said, "Finale!" Fell asleep immediately, a sleep of death that left me confused when I woke up at 6AM. Figured out how to call home and did so. Had breakfast with il professore and then headed out. Early in the morning, I visited the Trevi Fountain, la Piazza di Populo, la Villa Borghese, the Spanish steps, the Roman Forum, the Colosseum, and the park surrounding the Domus Aurea. At a spinach calzone and took a three hour nap at the hotel. The Katies then knocked upon my door, and we took another long walk. Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, and the Villa Borghese. As the sun set we came upon the temple to Aesclepius in the Villa. Gorgeous. We then walked home in the dark, ate a pita at a nearby restaurant. Sat in my room, watched TV, wrote. Great day. Hot Chip's "Over and Over" and Fabri Fibra's "Applausi per Fibra" play repeatedly on the tv as I fall asleep."

I'm a lazy documenter. I dislike photos and diaries; they ruin the moment for me. Looking back on my experiences, though, I wish I had more evidence. Perhaps I can begin to strike a balance between living in the moment and keeping a record for the future.