i
decided i wanted to write about the road trip because i suck at long form
writing. the longest piece i've ever written was probably back in college,
and i suspect it reached whatever length it reached only because i double
spaced my essays and used a large font. you know... because i didn't want
to strain my professor's eyes.
i figured if i wrote about the road trip, it would be a nice, lengthy tale
about soul searching and americana. lord knows, i'd have enough material to
fill a significant amount of space and there's definitely a linear progression
of story. i start in california - hit maine and come back. how hard could
it be?
as it turns out, all i did was prove to myself that i have the attention span
of a gnat.
lord knows how i managed to have my attention span and keep enough focus
to start a career and somehow manage a vague sense of success. fortunately,
though, the career involves creating movies for people with short attention
spans, so it all works itself out in the cheesy hollywood end. unfortunately,
this doesn't seem to bode well in my attempt at long form writing. as structured
as the road-trip writing project was, it was too much of a challenge for my
mtv/comedy central addled brain. the story got stuck somewhere in vermont,
after i got pulled over for a speeding ticket by a cop who was all too proud
about pulling over a nerdy california girl driving a lime green honda hybrid.
my tale hadn't even reached maine - where i got myself a snazzy super-fancy
hotel room and drank on the rooftop bar overlooking the atlantic ocean. i
hadn't written a word about driving back down the coast and visiting mike
and laura at their picturesque house in one of the richest suburbs of boston.
there was also all kinds of happiness when i visited pete in brooklyn and
we went to go see they might be giants perform with david cross at a fundraiser
for 826nyc - the sister store to 826valencia san francisco. 826 san francisco
is a pirate store, and the new brooklyn store would be a superhero supply
location. their logo is a telephone booth. how unbelievably cool is that?
maybe someday the words won't come out in fits and starts and i'll feel myself
writing about all of this. i mean... there are a lot of fabulous tales to
tell. visiting doug, lisa & juniper in virginia and hanging out on their
decommissioned battleship, the batz maru. or having doug take me to the national
security administration's museum where i was able to play around with a genuine
enigma machine! it was a lot of fun, that trip of mine - but i'm learning
that i can't do it all in one fell swoop like i imagined i could. i'll have
to write about other adventures in the process.
since the last entry, i've done some other incredible things. i've gone to
china to study martial arts from one of the masters of the wu style of tai
chi. i flew down to los angeles with 20 of my favorite people to watch the
price is right. the company for which i work for has moved its historic offices
from the industrial, covert area of san rafael to the high profile craziness
of san francisco's presidio. i've gone to hawaii to spend a week with my friends
and watch two wonderful people get married. the band transformed into something
new. there's also a boy.
so this is my rant about how i need to put the road trip story away. this
will be a brief station break as i fill the pages once again with new stories.
someday i will tell you, the reader, all about my wonderful days on the road
- but i need to put new, fresh words on the page while they're happening.
i hope you don't mind. <10.09.05>
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