I’m in Rockville, MD, staying with my aunt and uncle till tomorrow. I’m going to seder with them tonight because I need a refresher in Jewishness. (I’m thinking about writing about Jews very soon.) And I never get to see my aunt and uncle so it’s fun to hang out with them. Also they live in this gorgeous house they are trying to sell, and it’s in the middle of all these trees and there’s a stream, and deer, and chirping birds, and I will be sad to see it go so I am having one last moment with this dream house of theirs.
Today I am going to read (Nami Mun’s Miles From Nowhere, which has been bouncing around my trunk for a month) and start an essay about my time in Big Sur. There was something really interesting that happened there, so interesting that I knew it needed to be a bigger story than just a simple blog post. It’s just been festering in my head for the last few weeks. I really didn’t write a lot on this trip, I just talked, repeating all my stories from one town to the next, so that an oral history was built in the process. If you ever meet me in person, and want me to tell you those stories, I’ll be glad to do so.
There were a few things of substance I did write down though, so if you missed them, here they are:
I made a trade with some cool Oberlin kids
I learned about breathing and dying in a yoga class
I realized my broken heart was healed
I thought way too hard about Courtney Love
I didn’t make too many videos on this trip because I tweeted a lot instead, but this one was my favorite
And finally, I loved these photos of SLC and beyond
It was a good tour, the best one yet. I am so grateful to everyone who set up events for me and read with me and sat in the audience and bought books and fed me and housed me and wrote about me and entertained me and let me entertain them. What a rich and wonderful world we all live in, filled with fine, kind, smart people. What a great time to be alive.
