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August 15-25 (28th fly home)

Day 1

pleasant hill, ca — ely, nv (517 miles, 8-9 hours, hotel nevada, $30)

Day 2

ely, nv — moab, ut (322 miles, 7 hours, silver sage inn, $41.95)

Day 3

Arches National Park

moab, ut — montrose, co (173 miles, 4 hours, hotel, $48)

Black Canyon of Gunnison

Day 4

montrose, co — boulder, co (308 miles, 6 hours)

John and Katherine’s home

Day 5

boulder, co — salina, ks (450 miles, 7 hours, motel 6, $36)

Day 6

salina, ks — sedalia, mo (267.8 miles, 4 hours)

Missouri State Fair

sedalia, mo — st. louis, mo (189.5 miles, 3 hours)

Dana’s home

Day 7

st. Louis, mo — nashville, tn (307 miles, 5 hours, wingate inn, $50)

Day 8

nashville, tn — mamoth caves, ky (96 miles, 2 hours)

Mammoth Caves National Park

mammoth caves, ky — lexington, ky (122 miles, 2.5 hours, downtown super 8, $40)

buy michele a horse

Day 9

lexington, ky — charleston, wv (180 miles, 3.5 hours)

charleston, wv — white sulfur springs, wv (120 miles, 2 hours, econo lodge fort savannah (in lewisburg), $50)

White Sulfur Springs

Day 10

white sulfur springs, wv — roanoke, va (via 311) (150 miles, 2.5 hours)

Hollins University

roanoke, wv — charlottesville, va (via blue ridge parkway) (120 miles, 2.5 hours)

Blue Ridge Park Way National Park

Vicky’s (?) home

Day 11

charlottesville, va — philadelphia, pa (253 miles, 5.5 hours)

Kim’s new apartment!

grah! ack! what have i put in my mouth!? it’s so brown, rotund and gross! curse you, chinese candy with no distinguishing information on the wrapper to tell me what i am getting into. holy crap, what is that. is…that…are…those… honest to goodness coconut flakes are on this improbably rancid flavored candy. if only i had read the wrapper more carefully! it does actually have an ingrediant list! ‘compotition: sugar, glucose, coconut syrup.’ syrup? more like stringy little bits of meaty coconut innards. argh, the horror.

warning: do not consume.

manufacturer: ye hai food factory wenchang hai nan china

add: dong jiao borough wen chang hai nan

tell: (0898) 63528266

“Ye Hai Food Factory of Wenchang

Assorted Coconut pastries

Non-permitted

Tartrazine and Sunset Yellow

3/26/04″

well and that explains the illegal looking brown color (not really since it should be yellow, but whatever). i think i’m going to be sick.

today i am playing hooky from work. well also i am having itchy sneezy allergy headaches, but irregardless, i shall spend my day fantasizing about french manors and forcing ady to marry me. because that’s the kind of person i am.

i don’t know where my recent desire to own a house in france and raise horses has come from. it’s a little out of left field. i mean, sure i understand the horse thing, since after all, kim and i are going to buy me one in tennessee or virginia or kentucky or somewhere, (RIGHT, kim?) but i don’t even really like france. although i suppose i liked the countryside parts of france and just not the paris part of france. and the ocean parts of france. those were good too. paris sucks though.

what i need is someone really rich who will buy me this manor AND some horses.

hiding out behind a stack of books in the library in order to spy on law boy, i tried to figure out if i could galumph over to his table, rip some pages out of his stupid bar review book and be hidden again before he noticed anything amiss. how is it possible that lying on 3 chairs pulled together and reading a book upside down could possibly be more entertaining than watching me watching him? this boy, he is here every day in my library with books and papers and a laptop and pads of paper and pens and highlighters. he goes all out. i have no idea what he’s doing. well except for how i know he’s studying for the bar. because i strolled up to his table one afternoon when he was momentarily missing and nonchalantly browsed thru the titles of his texts. he has a BMW. he wears a beanie sometimes. he’s cute, though not as cute as the art boy with the black mustang (damn….).

today i went to the random tiny balcony off the stairwell on the other side of the building and sat with my feet dangling over empty space and stared at clouds. i tried to convince myself both that it was unlikely my shoes would fall off or that i would fall off, but staring at clouds produced the imminent dread that soon i would be in that plane for 18 hours staring at clouds from the wrong vantage point. shudder. now i am back in my office watching clouds thread themselves thru sutro tower like it’s a needle. i wonder if a plane landed directly on top of sutro tower whether the plane would crush it or be impaled on it.

before lunch i got an email from my mom telling me that a boy we (adam and i) went to school with from elementary onwards, died in a house fire on wednesday. now honestly, i don’t remember this boy, (he was in a grade higher than me), but i do vaguely remember one of his brothers. the point though is that this is scary. first sophia’s (erica’s girlfriend) house burns down on saturday and now this? i’m highly (and slightly irrationally) paranoid about my house or my mom’s house burning down. mostly because of people and cats i worry, but partially also because of books, my laptop, videos and pictures and all my stuff.

the boy who died was a friend of my brother’s and also a DJ. apparently the fire started as an electrical one, maybe from all the turntables and stuff plugged into the living room. and he and his dog were found in the dining room. this is incredibly sad.

i don’t like it, i don’t like it.

the hummingbird population on this campus is somewhat astonishing. i am constantly having to tell them that my head is not a flower. no, i say, my ear is not for pollinating, shoo.

hair can have a smell. a smell of warmth and sun. i love to press my face into the cat’s side after she has been in the sun and inhale it. just now i was outside sitting with my hair in a ponytail and before re-entering the building i pulled out the rubber-band, causing my hair to tumble down around my face and the same smell tinged with flowery shampoo hit me. mmm, i said, i love that smell.

i want to be a hummingbird, lying in wait to sniff people’s hair. i want to lay in the grass with someone waiting for the warmth to infuse their hair and kiss the slightly salty curve of their neck. i want to always have that smell.

last night, i gathered together 9 willing little guinea pigs and unleashed this horrendous murder mystery game that i had written on them. for little squealing furry creatures, running around and looking for wood shavings, they did quite well. it was difficult to pry erica off the wheel and jason wanted to eat all the treats, but eventually everyone was scheming in corners and searching rooms to find daggers, crowns, bloody clothing, and packets of poison. I have no idea how many times kristen gathered together a cohort for revolution and then double-crossed them. brian danny got all anti-royalist and refused the throne. no one seemed to ever think to offer it to dianna, but then not many people seemed aware that she was also the illegitimate child of the dead King. I thought that LRRH would take the throne just to keep it from the peace-loving Prince so that she could kill giants for the rest of her days, but that didn’t happen. jolie kept having sex with people (speaking of which, mad props for seeing sleeping beauty naked a second time, i forgot that one.) jason wandered around “yoo-hooing” and had all his careful work dashed when his object of affection refused the jihad. kati vol and dianna, you two were serious schemers, excellent. gene didn’t die, kristen did. erica arrived before the food. and i didn’t even realize how late it was at 10:40 because so much was going on i hadn’t thought to check the time.

i have to say that writing this whole thing (it’s like 30 something pages total) which encompasses a whole mini-society, their relationships with one another, political factions, and overlapping information or secrets, was an amazing experience. it was fun to sit with a notebook, chewing on a pen, trying to figure out who was sleeping with who and what someone had done in the past to make someone else hate them. causes and effects all over the damn place. coming up with tiny details like betty the begging beauty or snow white and the pimping dwarves or a sword encased in poo or lying about lollies or a horse named clancy. the only inconsequential thing there is the name of the horse. and given a few minutes, a pen, and a notepad i could make ‘clancy’ matter a great deal to someone. the power, the absolute power!

i’m kind of in withdrawal now. i mean i fucking wrote a newspaper for it yesterday. and now, nothing. now, it’s done. i’m sort of sad. but, at the same time, not really wanting to write another one yet. kristen suggested, back before i started writing it, that we could maybe turn a murder mystery into our next movie somehow. and jason, last night during it, said that he wished there was a camera in every room. i wish i could have really been omniscient (with cameras) and known everything that was going on to my baby once i released it.

only 2 pictures up so far, but there will be more. oh yes. (evil witch cackle.)

note: brian danny’s (or jack’s) photos are now up too.