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“A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil can set off a tornado in Texas.”

I wouldn’t say I’m a predictable person, but I am definitely constant in my affinity for certain people places and things. More likely than not I’ll make these my priorities and let them shape where I go and what I do. For example: zoos and giraffes, aquariums and beluga whales, lakes/rivers/oceans, uncommon objects, quotable wisdom, performing arts, outdoor adventures, people who understand that I’m pretty much bonkers but still love me, excuses to not wash clothes, and of course pens.

Hm. I was going to make a well thought out connection between the first bit and the rest of the story but I’ve lost it. See if you can figure it out and form a positive, yet unfounded, opinion to sew stories together like those cool patchwork quilts people make from old t-shirts so you can snuggle up with your memories and stuff like that.

Anyway. My mom sent me a text the other day: “What state are you in?” Which is a cool question to have to ask someone. Recently I’ve been to NYC, DC, East Lansing/Ann Arbor, Chicago, Frisco/Boulder/Denver and now back in beautiful Austin, Texas. Plan was to write a pithy, witty, and overall moving account of these trips, but we’ll see how that goes..

NYC: Pants, Parks and Public Transport.

Acting on a whim that I’ve had all my life for the past several years, I decided to visit the big apple. Woke up Sunday morning, booked a train, and by Sunday night football I was imposing myself on others, eating delicious bean dip and posing as a packers fan. (Secret to  making friends in new places: find out their sport alliances and learn the name of the star player and do enthusiastic nodding and clapping when it seems appropriate.) Because it was more of a visit than vacation, I sort of forgot about all the badass touristy things there are to do in NYC. Also, I’m kind of a terrible tourist due to lack of funds and zero sense of direction. But I met up with friends from Peru and Austin. And I went to the MET, survived small panic attack by visiting the roof top garden. I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, watched old men play chess in Washington Square Park, saw a show at Upright Citizens Brigade, went to central park zoo, ate bagels and thai food. Also somehow missed Modest Mouse, but that is a sad story.

Here we go again.

Well, here I am. In Washington, DC. ‘The District’ if you’re hip.
Which I’m totally not at all.
What I am is living out of a shopping cart in my sister and her husband’s one bedroom apartment trying to pretend like I have a reason to be here or the confidence to stay.

It is beautiful here, the weather is so.. seasonal. It’s breezy and cool at night and sunny and a wonderful subject to talk about because everyone can agree it is fantastic. And conversations about agreeable and fantastic things are a great way to trick people into befriending you. First lure them in with sane conversations about such things then when they feel comfortable and are thinking nice things about you and your pleasantries, that’s when you pull the switch. Test out their true friend potential. Say the things you’re really thinking, however unrelated or socially awkward that may be. “I really wish there were more hippopotamuses around here. I watched House this morning and it was about a dominatrix. Do you have a favorite type of tree?” Acceptance is a key quality I look for in friends. And, as a friend of myself, I accept that many people cannot deal with this sort of mentally unstable conversation. So I return to the dialogues with myself in my head and go back to talking about the weather with this now terrified -and soon to be ‘in quite a hurry to get home’- acquaintance. What? None of that made sense. Buhh, life is so hard. No one understands me. I understand you. Of course you do, you are me. Well, you have to be a friend to make a friend! Friends of ourselves, let’s make a club. A wolfpack of one.

Have I scared you off yet? I had a lot of coffee and solitude this morning.

Things that I have done in DC besides create ridiculous conversations with myself:
– Bought a book on creative writing and pretend that I’m in school
Meaning I read a chapter and take random but not important notes and assign myself writing projects that I think about but don’t actually do. Mostly instead I drink coffee, update my blog, play on the internet and try to beat tetris faster than I did yesterday. So pretty much like I’m in school.
– Bought a magazine which lists the top 50 MFA programs and has a lot of words about them
I read the important words, like the 50 names. Michigan is second, UT is third. Texas, why do you have to be so good at everything and so wonderful with your tacos and your rivers? And schools, why do you have to be so snooty and require applications? Can’t you just know if I’m supposed to go there or not and tell me? That’s what a friend would do.
– Went to a free improv class/workshop
If I by some accident do find a job, I think I will sign up for a class. So much fun I have there and it’s really just the coolest thing to hear people be the most creative they are and to not think and just do. I like to think of my whole life as an improv class.. really takes the pressure off of decision making and planning. And sometimes it’s funny.
– Navigated my way to the library, and then on to the book store
Public libraries are a very cool thing. But I have to warm myself up to them. And they didn’t have the book I wanted. (The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest. Kinda pissed that ol’ Larsson made such a cliff hanger at the end of the 2nd book. Also, did you know that this trilogy was published posthumously and 4 years after his death he was the second best selling author in the world?? I didn’t know those things until my sister told me. But even at the book store I didn’t buy the book because it was really expensive and hard back and I decided to torture myself and wait. I’ll check back at the library to see if their copies have been returned and also to force myself to try librarying again. If you’re not growing you’re withering! Or really wilting from all this walking too and fro, even with the breeze it is quite warm here.) There wasn’t really a reason for that to be in ( ).
– Traveled to the future.
I am now one hour ahead of Texans and all of the central time zone. Buahhahah! But I will keep the sworn vow of the People Of The Future and not tell you all the things that happen in that hour that I get before yall. Sorry, you’ll have to wait and see, but you’ll never believe the wal.. What? That’s not the way it works? Ah crud, I’ll never figure out time zones.
– Probably some other things too.

Monday a year ago I set out on my three week camping trip across Europe.Buhh, time keeps on slippin into the fuuuture.
Today a year ago I was in Switzerland, and tomorrow a year ago I was losing my mind jumping into a huge canyon and paragliding.
Tomorrow this year I might walk to the library. Too party.

Here’s some music and a comedy.

August.
One of all the rest, which have 31.
Always a time of change and ends and starts.
This year it’s sister little who is heading to Rome.
Sister littlest is starting senior year in high school.
Eldest is graduated again, and letting me stay with her for a bit.

Maybe I’ll start updating this again. That’s always the plan 🙂

Often I get bored of writing to myself and will start to write letters to others. These letters are rarely delivered, but are useful for several reasons.
1) It lets me trick myself into thinking that other people might be interested/obligated to listen to my thoughts.
2) Forces me to ‘slow my roll’ at least a bit for clarity/a stab at normalcy.
3)Provides a more socially acceptable answer to “What are you writing?” People generally understand – or at least have a distant memory of – the fact that correspondence can be handwritten and on paper. Broad, vague “Writing” can be a confusing answer, but “writing a letter” will be let slide. Oh, and grocery lists. People always understand the need to write a grocery list.

Anyway, in lieu of an actual blog update about anything interesting, I’m going to retype a letter I wrote on the way back from Peru. Obviously most of my letters are self centered and focus primarily on my fascinating thoughts and actions, but in this case I’ve also edited the bits that might refer to the imagined receipent, who will now certainly never receive the letter.

“Hello.
I am so annoyed right now. So much so that I’m not even using my correct pen because even that is pissing me off. Part caused because I hate leaving and I’m leaving Peru right now, and actually that’s only the first, or really not even first, in a string of leavings I will be doing these next few weeks. Sometimes it feels like life is just a long line of leavings and goodbyes. I guess also comings and hellos, but I’m being negative right now, ok? And I’m stuck on a plane next to an agressive abuela who keeps elbowing me off the arm rest. And I’m thirsty but they threw my water away. Since when can’t you bring water on a plane? I bought it after security but before boarding but they patted us down and searched our luggageg again. What they should be worried about is the untreated wood insence I’m bringing back for x. Probably it’s extra security since we’re flying to the glorious US of A. I had to get out dollars to pay the airport tax and I was grossed out by them. And by how much everything costs all the sudden. And the first time through security they opened up another lane so I ducked under those elastic belt rope things to get to the front of the line but they made me go back to the end of my line because the new line was only for national flights. When I was waiting to check in the drug dog got in a fight with a little purse dog and a kid got scared and spilled 1000 legos. Those things did not annoy me.
But no one told me I was supposed to keep this card they gave me when I flew into Peru and I had to get in a different line and pay 5$ to get a new one even though I think I probably have it in my backpack but if I unpacked my pack I’d likely cause several deaths from the stench of my hiking boots and probably never get it closed again.
I barely got any sleep last night because my phone is dead and I had no alarming time keeping device so I just slept with my light on and woke up every 30 minutes so I wouldn’t oversleep. But somehow I managed to have really terrible dreams and you were in it and sister, but that wasn’t part of the terrible. I messed up the sodoku in hte newspaper so I tried to write it in my notebook so I could do it right but I couldn’t satisfactorily draw the board and ended up tearing out three pages and that made me even more mad so I gave up. Also, cereal. I miss it.
My “window seat” doesn’t even have a window that’s really mine. It’s too far in front of me and I just have a huuuge plane wall next to me. I should probably use it to sleep on so maybe I’ll wake up less grumpy. I think abuela is stealing a better seat.

Ok, I found tetris on the in flight games and life has exponentially improved. I wonder how many days of my life I have spent playing tetirs. I used to be able to play just closing my eyes I imagined the pieces but I would make it difficult. That is not one of the weirder things I’ve done. What is your favorite tetris piece? If I had a stopwatch and a seat by the bathroom I think it would be funny to super obviously time everyone who went in and out and then record it with a knowing look in a official looking notebook. Alli and I are going to start giving seminars on Queso Awareness. That’s actually more funny in person, so you’ll have to wait to hear that story. They just came by with the Duty Free cart and I thought about asking “Oh, is that a special new toilet paper?” Come on.. that one’s funny right? I made a joke when we were climbing Wayna Picchu: “Well, we could climb up those rocks or use this (motioning at a ladder) but I prefer the latter.” But no one really laughed. I think it was a language problem. They should have vending machines on planes.”

And that was the end. Aren’t you jealous I don’t send you letters?

And instead of pictures, a fabulous song about cameras.. kind of.

Happy twenty third birthday to my incredible best friend.
LOVE.

hey jess, what´d you do yesterday?
oh, n2m ya know. just hiked around some inca ruins in the morning then went horseback riding around the andes in the afternoon.

i´m still not clear if the horses were legit meant for riding or if some hombre just decided to make some money off some gringos, but their brochure was better translated than the menu in aquas calientes that advertised ‘padded stuff of german nicklel´. that, plus my horse riding experience which includes (soley) birthday parties at carol´s country farm and last summer a pony trail ride at camp where i spent most of the time chatting up the guide, i felt confident galloping over rocky terrain on a possibly wild horse. took a break at some more ruins, got a great tour from our guide and ate our healthy provided snack of oreos and a chocolate bar.

i´m staying with alli´s peruvian family, and they are so kind and wonderful. every time i come in looking lost, forlorn, sweaty and generally american, their 12 year old son offers me tea. i drink more tea here than i ever have in my life. it is intense. last night the parents were both working late so the boys asked me and alli to help make rice. terrible mistake. we absolutely botched a pot of rice then decided to make grilled cheese. the only cheese we could find at the market was similar to kraft singles cheese product and we hid it from the mom, embarassed to be using such a thing. they were bewildered by the creation and we kept repeating that it was a favorite of kids (and 23 year olds) in the states. their 10 year old loved it, and the parents politely nibbled at it before cleaning the pan and making a proper dinner.

i think my dad is a little worried that i am going to fall in love with a peruvian and never return. probably because i threaten to do this every time i enter a country. not yet, but i still have two more days.

and then five days in dc, possibly ny, five days in sugar land, ten days in austin, then four in bonnaroooo.

shout out to my cousin teresa and future cousin in law mark for graduating college. hollaaa

hm i had more updating to do, but i am also currently on a conference call re: my summer employment and eating my second chocolate bar, i´m a little distracted.

still to come:
– Why I Am Officially One of the Coolest People You Know: The Story of Salkantay
– Tipping: Bad for Cows, Necessary for Humans
– CER = 24

and while you wait, you can get a feel for how my hike probably went based on the only other long trek i ever attempted here. and thanks uncle jerry for the advice on linking 🙂