October 2007
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75 degrees, not a cloud in the sky.
It’s fucking beautiful outside. I just made a 20 hr playlist for this weekends trip to New Orleans. Simple pleasures are so satisfying. There’s nothing like a cool breeze on a warm day. Van Morrison - Sweet Thing Blackaliscious - Make You Feel That Way The Moldy Peaches - Jorge Regul
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new paltz, ny
Just shy of a week into my travels east, I was fighting exhaustion and glad to be heading back to New York. The little micro-universe of New Paltz is as familiar and comforting to me as a worn in t-shirt. I was relieved to know my calendar allowed for a few nights back home and it was perfect timing. Of course I planned it that way. Thursday night in New Paltz is synonymous with 80’s night. This...
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mixtape
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day dreamer
October 1988, Mountain View Farms in New Paltz, NY Between the somewhat exhausting task of jogging my memory for the details of my East Coast Chronicles and my present state of affairs, the on-going effort to get my shit together, I’m trying my best to stay focused. The composition of my travel log provokes inevitable introspect and homesickness. Autumn is a concept that doesn’t...
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644 South Street, Philadelphia
Autumn 2004 Two Gallants - Despite What You’ve Been Told Belaire - You’re Not A Kid Anymore Belle & Sebastian - Act of the Apostle II Tokyo Police Club - Citizens of Tomorrow The funny thing about being in towns I once called home is how I always find myself longing for the convenience of my old apartment. Then the questions: Who’s living in my house? Does the place still have...
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old stomping grounds
Kate and I spent the night camping out on an air mattress in her father’s construction. The lingering cold front and the drafty, uninsulated walls made getting out of bed an uncomfortable challenge. We eventually muscled through it, fearing the notorious Jersey traffic we could easily fall victim to inroute to Philly. As it was we had a three and a half hour drive ahead of us, which could...
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always and forever
When I moved to Austin I didn’t foresee the cultural/geographical indications that would explain a shortage of bagel shops. The same goes for pizza. There just aren’t as many Jews and Italians down south. Bagel shops are a staple of life in the northeast. It took me awhile to equate a breakfast taco to the doughy deliciousness of a bagel, and I’ll always be biased. Evan picked me...
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family values
Hungover and disheveled, I finally reached my parent’s house in New Paltz four days into my trip. Since no one was home I took advantage of the opportunity to embark on a solo mission to rummage through and retrieve the items I’d listed on my flight in from Austin. I tossed my bags into what was once my bedroom but now resembled more of a second closet for my mother’s growing...
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all growns up
After a morning of deliberation over dresses, accessories and what-have-you, Kirsten and I headed down to New Paltz for Devon’s wedding. Devon is the first of my high school girlfriends to tie the not, a concept I personally can’t imagine at this time in my life. It’s been over two years since I was involved in a relationship worthy of a title, and my lifestyle since then has...
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Albany, NY
My new bottle of CK Euphoria must’ve broken when my luggage was tossed around at JFK, drenching the entire contents of my backpack with a pungent, flowery perfume. I apologized to Kirsten as I tossed it in the back of her Nissan. We laughed as the scent wafted upfront dominating our ride. In comparison to Austin, Albany’s ethnic diversity and weathered exterior are overwhelming....
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Philmont, NY
I sat on the old refurbished wooden floor of Sarah and Brian’s restored farmhouse with a Magic Hat in one hand and chopsticks in the other looking at a packed bowl in front of me. I made it. It had been one of the most trying days imaginable, but I somehow managed to find my way home. It’s funny how we slip into old habits and dynamics so organically. I lived with Sarah and Jessie my...
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the bumpy road home
I was so preoccupied and lost in thought that I nearly missed my flight home altogether. Completely aloof, I entered my gate and wandered into one of the stock bookstores to grab a magazine. I felt like somewhat of a smart-ass as I picked up The New Yorker and brought it to the cashier. I buried my face in the pages, browsing through articles as I found a seat to sit and space out in. Oddly, there...