Well, enjoy your 4th of July, folks. I’m heading out to New York for a long weekend and won’t be back here ’til Sunday. I’ll be sure to take some pictures while I’m home. And yes, Nyssa, I promise these ones will have thumbnails.
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I have what I can only describe as a very poor sense of direction. If I’ve been somewhere often enough, I can usually find my way back, but I get lost easily on unfamiliar roads and have been known on more than one occasion to miss an important exit or turn and then have to double-back. This explains, in part, how I was half an hour late to my friend Sharon’s wedding last August, although I maintain that it wasn’t so much the road that confused as the fact that seemingly every stretch of it in Pennsylvania was under construction that day.
It also explains why I’m a little nervous about driving home to Long Island by myself for the Fourth of July weekend tomorrow morning. The directions my father gave me are fairly detailed, and they got me home at Easter, but I have this nightmare vision of taking the wrong exit somewhere near the George Washington Bridge and winding up somehow in upstate New York or New Jersey.
I love visiting other places, but I hate to travel.
I don’t know how many times in a row I can listen to the first song on new the Flaming Lips album, but I seem to be going for the record. Twenty minutes ago I didn’t even know who they were. Access to the internet will change things.
My referrer logs list “the top 30 query words by the number of requests”, which I often think reads like very surreal, very bad blank verse.
Today, it’s: “the gallery I penis spam show richter universe brendan woman when picture andy come essay walk turn drive wouldn’t machine congratulations solved could if characters that python off controls cd.” I’ll let you try to figure out for yourself what individual people were searching for.