GRAIN: the bikes, the bikes!

futureperfect: the dutch

nick and i hit blue ribbon in arlington.

whoever this is knows how to bike/party

does it count as steampunk if it's human-powered...

GRAIN: somerville to portsmouth, trip (the light) fantastic

it's kind of a bummer that these are backwards, but oh well...


the romain lo mein.

crochet rocking out to my nano.

gump wondering where the party's at. seriously.

trees in portsmouth. they're so green!

arrival in portsmouth. our primary objective was achieved. actually, the primary goal was sustenance from the friendly toast.

nire's ready for 100 more.

alcatraz, new hampshire style.

crochet can't take ANYMORE of gump's "suggestions"

stealing the scene yet again at the portsmouth park & ride.



arrival in hampton. goofy gump grin #1.

cat eye. because leds are useless during the day.

cruising through the hampton beach traffic.

hampton friggin' beach.

route 1a continues.

the cape? no. hampton friggin' beach.

arrival in seabrook, nh. seabrook did not go for dean in 2004.

crossing the hampton bridge.

missing the party.

i nearly killed gump in the name of great typography.

uh, salem? no.

another town.

there i am, woefully unprepared for the adventure.

we had a guardian on our trip. thy name was gump.

i didn't quite have the hang of this cameraphone self-portrait thing yet.

almost getting lost in lynn. "i wouldn't trust 'i think i saw a sign.'"-gump. we did see a sign.

salem.


clif bars consumed: 7
nut & berry trail mix bags consumed: 1
commuter rail and/or T stops passed: 5? maybe 6?
nostalgic moments: 9
gumpisms heeded: 14
gumpisms ignored: 16
cost of normally relieving oneself in the unsubsidized state park bathrooms of new hampshire: $4
cost to us of relieving ourselves in the unsubsidized state park bathrooms of new hampshire: nothing.
technique: talking sweet nothings and solving their gnat problem.
total miles covered in the weekend: by me personally? 100+.

GRAIN: cut copy and stormy weather.

storm's a-comin'.

stop eating. or top eating, if the mailing sticker is to be believed.

hey! cut copy @ paradise.

cut copy @ paradise in different colors.

ominous.

not well executed photo of ominousness.

decordova sculture garden. these are sharks.

phatty over-exposures on the phone digicam.

rusty underbelly, which, coincidentally is the name of my new delta blues band.

the over-exposure gives it a sense of looking up from the depths of the sea. see? i could've been an art historian.

a post in three acts

"Hey! Long time no shit!" she said. Had she known the depths of my food poisoning the week before, she would've understood why I bit my tongue before saying, "You don't know the half of it!" Then again, she isn't psychic. 

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I love the Batman movies. I don't love all of them unapologetically like some rampant comic dork that can somehow justify Uma Thurman's sexy librarian plant lady shtick or George Clooney's amplified nipples; I hate the bad ones just like everyone else. But the thing that I always loved the most about them was the way they depict Batman's drive home. Once he got to that magic point in Westchester/Princeton/Brooklyn(?!), public roads would give way to a gauntlet of trees and leaves as it is always Autumn in Gotham, literally and figuratively.

Something about that drive home must really define who Batman and/or Bruce Wayne is, since almost every big-screen iteration of Batman has made a point of spending a few minutes depicting what would otherwise be a benign event for any other person: the commute home. 

I always enjoy the last bit of my ride home late at night, when I roll up the last hill while the trees are still and the traffic is nil. It's my return-to-Wayne-Manor moment. 

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DEAF JAM/GRAIN:

Cut Copy tonight was great. That is all. I was going to go on some rant about how I don't really understand cocaine usage, but sleep is more interesting at this point. 

Currently falling asleep to: Loose Fur. 

GRAIN: madison & chicagoland

mackin' cheese 'za from ian's for jamie. not as heavy as one would think.

mariachis on campus. naturally.

again.

old blue eyes. down by the loop.

rooftop of the overture center and modern art museum.

for buck.

more stuff for buck.

sums up madison nicely.

again for buck.

a bit of brutalism that i actually dig. rachel's music school.

essen haus. because i'm asian, i got really sick and almost booted after drinking out of a boot.

frank lloyd wright monona pavilion.


state st. in madison

old and new JUXTAPOSED (i hate that word).

not actually from the midwest. but fits in nicely.

dojo where midnight circus (john's circus company) rehearses.

preparing for looptopia 2008

and that's a wrap.