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It starts.
Today, Ben and I are taking off for a tour of the northeast. I'm super excited (clap clap) and can't wait to see everybody. We'll be staying for a little while with our very gracious hosts Casi & Jarrod who have put me up COUNTLESS times during my dalliances above the Turnpike. They've put up with weird boyfriends, ridiculous hours, short attention spans, a propensity for losing things, and numerous other accoutrements of..life as a product of the early 80's. Actually, I know what to blame all the eccentricities on, and it ain't the 80's.
I love road trips. Though I hate driving, typically, I do enjoy riding in the car on major highways and traveling over hundreds of miles because of all the fantastic things I see and experience. It will be a good time. Aside from the main leg up I-95, we'll be visiting New England which I've never been to. Hopefully we'll get to go to the freak show in Philly because my cousin tells me there's a killer museum with a lady who was buried for a long time and her body turned to SOAP. That is really awesome. Also, the other museums of good old NYC will be great as always, plus watching Ben eat NY pizza is a treat indeed. I've never seen someone so connected to his food before, it's like some elaborate ballet of particles and napkins, perfectly choreographed in that Post-modern art style of dance.
My phone has unlimited text messaging, so if yours doesn't, tell me right away or I will text you a gazillion times to tell you about the twin old ladies hanging out by the gas station in Alberta or some shit.
NaNoWriMo has gone NOWHERE. I'm at 4,500. Just not into it this time, too scattered and not enough motivation at all. Don't care. Perhaps next year. So, congrats early to all you little overachievers who've managed to meet your deadline (I'm looking atchoo, Quietlywatch).
If you live above the Mason-Dixon, expect a drop-in (with advance notice). If you live below, I'll be back down after Christmas (circa 27th, I believe). If you feel like visiting the great north, let me know and we'll try to swing something to see ya. If you know Ben, check his Myspace for the details, because I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants these days.
Reading Rabbit Redux by John Updike, after that I'm onto a Faulkner binge, and after that I'll smooth it out with Hemingway for good clean balance. Later I will attempt Underworld, because I'm a bit of a masochist.
Here's wishing you all a happy holiday season. Though I am opposed to the whole gift thing, and the need to proclaim your love for one another one day a year, I do wish that you all make it through the various family hells, work insanities, and shopping disasters sure to follow,
If you don't have my new number yet, send me an e-mail. That still stands as a decent way to communicate. Oh, and Mister Lives in the Boonies, I'm still waiting for your number via e-mail. We have a lot of catching up to do!
Love,
Leora
Today, Ben and I are taking off for a tour of the northeast. I'm super excited (clap clap) and can't wait to see everybody. We'll be staying for a little while with our very gracious hosts Casi & Jarrod who have put me up COUNTLESS times during my dalliances above the Turnpike. They've put up with weird boyfriends, ridiculous hours, short attention spans, a propensity for losing things, and numerous other accoutrements of..life as a product of the early 80's. Actually, I know what to blame all the eccentricities on, and it ain't the 80's.
I love road trips. Though I hate driving, typically, I do enjoy riding in the car on major highways and traveling over hundreds of miles because of all the fantastic things I see and experience. It will be a good time. Aside from the main leg up I-95, we'll be visiting New England which I've never been to. Hopefully we'll get to go to the freak show in Philly because my cousin tells me there's a killer museum with a lady who was buried for a long time and her body turned to SOAP. That is really awesome. Also, the other museums of good old NYC will be great as always, plus watching Ben eat NY pizza is a treat indeed. I've never seen someone so connected to his food before, it's like some elaborate ballet of particles and napkins, perfectly choreographed in that Post-modern art style of dance.
My phone has unlimited text messaging, so if yours doesn't, tell me right away or I will text you a gazillion times to tell you about the twin old ladies hanging out by the gas station in Alberta or some shit.
NaNoWriMo has gone NOWHERE. I'm at 4,500. Just not into it this time, too scattered and not enough motivation at all. Don't care. Perhaps next year. So, congrats early to all you little overachievers who've managed to meet your deadline (I'm looking atchoo, Quietlywatch).
If you live above the Mason-Dixon, expect a drop-in (with advance notice). If you live below, I'll be back down after Christmas (circa 27th, I believe). If you feel like visiting the great north, let me know and we'll try to swing something to see ya. If you know Ben, check his Myspace for the details, because I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants these days.
Reading Rabbit Redux by John Updike, after that I'm onto a Faulkner binge, and after that I'll smooth it out with Hemingway for good clean balance. Later I will attempt Underworld, because I'm a bit of a masochist.
Here's wishing you all a happy holiday season. Though I am opposed to the whole gift thing, and the need to proclaim your love for one another one day a year, I do wish that you all make it through the various family hells, work insanities, and shopping disasters sure to follow,
If you don't have my new number yet, send me an e-mail. That still stands as a decent way to communicate. Oh, and Mister Lives in the Boonies, I'm still waiting for your number via e-mail. We have a lot of catching up to do!
Love,
Leora