new home, sort of
The drive was pretty intense. It took about 5 days, and I did it alone. I saw a lot of interesting things, and spent a lot of time alone in hotel rooms. The worst part of the trip was the 12 1/2 hours of straight driving from Tennessee to El Reno, OK.
My windshield got cracked about 2 days in, so I spent most of the trip waiting for it to EXPLODE and send fragments of safety glass into face.
I'm pretty sure I saw dead bodies in bags at an accident site just outside of Oklahoma City.
I was amazed by the amount of blown tractor trailer tires on the road, and they were probably the most consistent sight from one coast to the other.
Actually, the scenery was disappointly consistent for the majority of the drive. Nice going, America. Way to be boring.
There were an alarming number of large bloodstains from (i'm assuming) roadkill on the highways. Also, TOO MANY charred spots on the shoulder where cars were once on fire. I'm always astounded when I consider the number of skid marks on the highway, and I'm grateful that I wasn't doing 75mph behind that car when it swerved and hit its brakes before leaving that terrible disruption in the guardrail.
In New Mexico, I swam in a pool with a bunch of mexican children. It was magical in a "Bottle Rocket" sort of way.
At the Grand Canyon, I found the courage to scurry down an small cliff so I could go out on this ledge that was definitely off limits. The hard part was getting back up to the main trail. Apparently Vans were not made for climbing up well worn rock faces.
I live in a resort, apparently. Warner Brothers Studio is across the street. Everything they say about the smog and traffic here seems true so far.
I have an interview at Working Title Films tommorow, which is the company responisble for the Coen brothers films, as well as High Fidelity.
I miss my family. I miss my friends, my home. I miss my girlfriend.
My windshield got cracked about 2 days in, so I spent most of the trip waiting for it to EXPLODE and send fragments of safety glass into face.
I'm pretty sure I saw dead bodies in bags at an accident site just outside of Oklahoma City.
I was amazed by the amount of blown tractor trailer tires on the road, and they were probably the most consistent sight from one coast to the other.
Actually, the scenery was disappointly consistent for the majority of the drive. Nice going, America. Way to be boring.
There were an alarming number of large bloodstains from (i'm assuming) roadkill on the highways. Also, TOO MANY charred spots on the shoulder where cars were once on fire. I'm always astounded when I consider the number of skid marks on the highway, and I'm grateful that I wasn't doing 75mph behind that car when it swerved and hit its brakes before leaving that terrible disruption in the guardrail.
In New Mexico, I swam in a pool with a bunch of mexican children. It was magical in a "Bottle Rocket" sort of way.
At the Grand Canyon, I found the courage to scurry down an small cliff so I could go out on this ledge that was definitely off limits. The hard part was getting back up to the main trail. Apparently Vans were not made for climbing up well worn rock faces.
I live in a resort, apparently. Warner Brothers Studio is across the street. Everything they say about the smog and traffic here seems true so far.
I have an interview at Working Title Films tommorow, which is the company responisble for the Coen brothers films, as well as High Fidelity.
I miss my family. I miss my friends, my home. I miss my girlfriend.