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DAY SEVENTY-NINE
Wednesday, November 14thOur first day in Los Angeles, excitedly for up and began rushing around as much as we could. We knew the time difference and the arbitrary daylight savings bullshit would affect how long our days were, and that traffic in Los Angeles, whether we set the GPS to avoid highways or not, would ensure everything ( Read more... )

The constant shifts from Philadelphia to Schenectady felt like I was repeatedly teleporting from one universe to another, as my existence in those two worlds were so drastically different. In retrospect, I have no idea how I got so used to spending upwards of six hours between two disgusting, sketchy Chinatown buses so many times to and from, but I ( Read more... )

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DAY ONE
Friday, September 16thI woke up having gotten far less sleep than I should have, but the adrenaline got me going right away. I skipped taking what could have been my last shower for the foreseeable future and packed my bag. I did several inspections of the house to make sure we weren't forgetting anything, put the bikes on the rack, and ( Read more... )

Friday, January 29thThe night was very cold, but the sunrise was blazing, as is customary for a legitimate desert. I woke up to a cacophony of different sounds: the bending of a singing saw being played by John, a live rooster crowing in the distance, dogs barking, someone yelling at another dog owner. I didn't know what time it was, but it was ( Read more... )

"Edge Day" is a really silly concept to me, but it’s honestly making me all sappy and sentimental about straightedge today.

Before I knew what straightedge was, I only knew what Xs on the back of your hand meant: that you didn’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I learned this through an unlikely source: Bif Naked, a female-fronted alt-rock band, whose ( Read more... )

"Since we like the same sorts of images, chances are I was Googling something, found an image, and went to the source page, which was uglyuglyugly. I just remember thinking how nuts it was that your whole everything was my whole everything, and I'd spend hours pouring over your stuff. I so badly wanted to talk to you. I actually remember seeing a ( Read more... )