Vermont is It. It is gorgeous and green (other than in the picture above) and a roadtripper's dream. I had one of the best drives of my life yesterday, starting at Bar Harbor, going straight through Maine, across the top of New Hampshire and wound my way through Vermont to Burlington. It was foggy and rainy but made the drive all the better. I would love to post a picture of the mountains with the fog and all but I started getting so wrapped up in how to get the perfect picture that I stopped enjoying my drive. I then decided to forget about the whole picture thing and just be in the moment.
The one pic I did manage to get of myself and Lake Champlain:
I'm doing an inventory of all of the music on my iPod. I've made a slightly random/slightly systematic way of going through all of the albums that I've ever uploaded. I have music on there from when I was in middle school (lots of Violent Femmes, The Smiths and Beastie Boys) to high school (Leonard Cohen and The Cure) to college (Nina Simone, Bright Eyes and Radiohead) to post-college (Belle and Sebastian, Quasi and Elliott Smith) to adult professionalism (Bessie Smith, John Hartford and Josh Ritter.) There is nothing like music to make me relive my life.
Today's reliving moments: "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" taking me back to New Years Eve trip to New York City (title of this post is a line from one of Wilco's songs that I noticed for the first time yesterday); and "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" reminding me of reading "Go Ask Alice" for the fifth time in early high school.
What I listened to yesterday:
"Pablo Honey" by Radiohead
"Zee Avi" by Zee Avi
"The Queen is Dead" by The Smiths
"Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco
"R&B Transmogrification" by Quasi
"XO" by Elliott Smith
"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" by The Beatles
"Waltz in Stockholm (June, 1998)" by Elliott Smith
Audiobook: Discs 4 and 5 of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest
my god, am i loving this blog. you are incredible. like i didn't know that already. i am still in awe of your statement that "hotels are impersonal and dirty."
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