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a fish will only get as big as the pond in which it lives.

a flock of geese can only fly as fast as the slowest one.

just some thoughts on the road from pittsburgh to washington, d.c. today.

quick reviews, from most recent back:
*navigating d.c. by car is challenging, and, therefore, fun. the rock and roll hotel is probably a fabulous venue to play because they have french fries with truffle oil on the menu. i’ll let you know. bradley is flying into dulles in about 4 hours. yes, i am excited.

*pittsburgh is weird, old, dirty and clauterphobia-inducing. the boys of 222 north craig with whom we stayed discussed making mashed sweet potatoes with chipotle sauce. they actually made challah bread french toast, eggs, and coffee for breakfast. we love them. manny of the garfield artworks is psychotic in a really delightful way. the sleeping people have entered week three and are speaking (when speaking to one another at all) in esoteric tour inside jokes (sheer tom cockery).

*cleveland is the fattest, poorest city in america. it looks like it. lake erie is pleasant enough for the most polluted of the great lakes. the top bunk in which i slept at the punk rock end-of-the-world commune provided a shocking amount of comfort. highlight: beans and millet/quinoa/buckwheat i was able to make in their kitchen.

*dayton is my favorite midwestern small city. we were most graciously hosted by one ben penry in the fabulously run-downish historic entertainment district (called “Oregon,” pronounced or-eh-gone). saw the new wes anderson film. revelled that i was in bob pollard’s hometown (which he shares with kim deal, you know). met fabulous people, cooked awesome stirfry, yes.

*continued our tour of rapidly gentrifying america in chicago’s logan square, where we crashed with c.j. boyd (of c.j. boyd). loved the apartment, loved the neighborhood, loved the thrifting and the cuban market on armitage and the veggie quesadillas we made. loved walking. once we got in to logan square, i never made it out until we made it out for good. i figure you can either know one small area of a city really well or the whole thing hardly at all. i choose the former, usually. chicago will always remain in my heart the place where i got the warmest, most comfortable insoles ever.

*we met more late-teens and early-twenty-somethings who prove yet again that the kids (some of them, anyhow) really are alright in denver. michael, forest, and i can’t-remember-the-drummer’s-name played rock and roll and then took us back to their sweet little house to listen to records. they love daniel johnston and introduced me to pit-er-pat. yes.

i’m ’bout to spend a week in new york city. maybe i’ll post more soon.

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