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red state blues

Day 16: Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana


My first trip through Florida has provided me with more than enough reason to never again venture to that scary redneck state. Upon entrance, interstate 95 turns into one huge marketing campaign for Florida beaches and Disney attractions. It's pretty disturbing. Then there is a whole lot of nothing littered with scattered billboards campaigning for Jesus, firework stands and porn shops. What a gross display of ignorance. Kate and I suppressed our Deliverence-esque fears by working on our southern accents and averting our attention to the blue skies and good tunes.



By the time we stopped for dinner and actually did have a fearful backwoods experience we were too delirious to think. Our plans for a post-dinner stroll were squashed when things weren't what they seemed. The park across the road was actually someone's yard, and before we could readjust our plans, an oncoming vehicle slowed down to stir up a little conversation. We swiftly acted on instinct and fled from the scary scene certain the strangers intentions were anything less than honorable. We returned to the parking lot to recount the encounter and twist it into a horrible joke and another reason to hate on Florida. All in all, our stop at McLain's Family Steakhouse was like a B-rated horror flick.











pass the salsa

Day 15: Philadelphia to Savannah


It's a delicate balance, but I'm pretty sure we mastered the art of homelessness.







never can say good-bye

Days 13 & 14: New York City and Philadelphia
















over the mountains and down the thruway

Days 11 & 12:
Christmas Eve & Christmas Day
Ramsey, NJ


Holiday Highlights:
  • I gave my Grandmother the new Jens Lekman CD, and she LOVES it.
  • Hilarious stress-induced kitchen banter.
  • Lots and lots of wine.
  • Loving my family and all that stuff.
  • Ridiculous amounts of amazing food.
  • The best Christmas gift I've gotten in at least four years: a sweet record player! Proof that moving away makes your parents love you more. Oh, small doses.








a few of my favorite things



I guess I'm of the fortunate few who absolutely love where they grew up. Each time I come home, I find myself increasingly appreciative of the refreshing familiarity of it all. It's the kind of town where you'll likely run into someone you know each time you leave the house, and I guess that's a factor that drove me to larger ponds, so to speak, but the Cheers-effect does warm your heart a little when you're not used to it. I ran into my neighbor Chris the other day at The Bistro whom I hadn't seen in at least ten years. Impromptu reunions add a nice little accent to the holidays and are inevitably common place in a town like NP thats main commerce area encompasses only about 5 city blocks.

While I'm surely biased with sentimentality, some of my favorite places of all time are New Paltz staples, which I've definitely been taking advantage of as frequently as possible in this short stay home. The following are the best of the best, in my book.

Bacchus - By far the best selection of brews in town and a very calm setting. It's like a little cabin for drunkards.
The Bistro - I can't even count how many mornings I've spent waiting for a table. No regrets. My favorites are the Tofu Tomorrow and The Hurricane. Amazing.
Rhino Records - I used to peruse the used section weekly after cashing my paycheck from my high school job at TCBY. I can still waste hours in there, so many treasures to be found.
Hokkaido - Aside from the sushi I had in St. Thomas, this may be the most consistently amazing sushi I've experienced yet.
Artcraft Camera - After bringing prints to two different shops in Austin that were unable to fulfill my request in a timely and cost-effective manner, artcraft got my shit done right in an hour. Love them. I've been there everyday since I got home.

where the heart is

Days 9 & 10