'Bred Crumbs
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01.16.02
12:22 PM
Perry's Wife's gallant defense of his fine, five-countied native state reminds me of the game that led me to a brief visit to Rhode Island a few years ago, a game introduced to me by an esteemed former colleague: the Visit All the States in Your Lifetime game.*
The goal is simple but the achievement challenging -- keep track of all the states you've ever been to, in hopes of eventually reaching all 50. There is, in many senses of the word, a ground rule: for the state to count, you must make contact with the ground, a floor, or anything that is in contact with the ground (such as the floor of a car or train driving through the state). Flying over a state does not count -- but landing in a state for a layover does, even if you never leave the terminal or get off the plane.
If you take on the game, you'll find yourself making little side trips just to boost the tally. Thus, an afternoon visit to Providence during a vacation in Boston; a drive across the river to Louisiana during a drum-corps jaunt to Mississippi (before I knew a string of annual New Orleans debauchery was in my future); a five-mile detour to Colorado while driving through Wyoming during my move from Kentucky to San Francisco. Nonetheless, despite a mid-'90s burst of additions, my total is mired at 38. Here they are, in probable chronological order:
What's missing? Alaska, the Pacific Northwest, and what weather forecasters quaintly call "the northern tier of states," plus elusive gaps in well-traveled regions -- Vermont and Connecticut in New England, and South Carolina and Delaware on the Other Coast. And really, why would I ever go to Delaware?
And why is it I think those words will come back to haunt me?
* As fate would have it, the esteemed former colleague now lives in a state I have not been to.
The goal is simple but the achievement challenging -- keep track of all the states you've ever been to, in hopes of eventually reaching all 50. There is, in many senses of the word, a ground rule: for the state to count, you must make contact with the ground, a floor, or anything that is in contact with the ground (such as the floor of a car or train driving through the state). Flying over a state does not count -- but landing in a state for a layover does, even if you never leave the terminal or get off the plane.
If you take on the game, you'll find yourself making little side trips just to boost the tally. Thus, an afternoon visit to Providence during a vacation in Boston; a drive across the river to Louisiana during a drum-corps jaunt to Mississippi (before I knew a string of annual New Orleans debauchery was in my future); a five-mile detour to Colorado while driving through Wyoming during my move from Kentucky to San Francisco. Nonetheless, despite a mid-'90s burst of additions, my total is mired at 38. Here they are, in probable chronological order:
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Kentucky Illinois Missouri Tennessee Oklahoma Texas New Mexico Virginia Maryland Indiana Ohio New Jersey New York |
Arkansas Massachusetts Maine Alabama Florida Georgia Wisconsin Kansas Pennsylvania New Hampshire Michigan North Carolina Mississippi |
Louisiana West Virginia Rhode Island Minnesota California Iowa Nebraska Wyoming Colorado Utah Nevada Hawaii |
What's missing? Alaska, the Pacific Northwest, and what weather forecasters quaintly call "the northern tier of states," plus elusive gaps in well-traveled regions -- Vermont and Connecticut in New England, and South Carolina and Delaware on the Other Coast. And really, why would I ever go to Delaware?
And why is it I think those words will come back to haunt me?
* As fate would have it, the esteemed former colleague now lives in a state I have not been to.
01.15.02
12 PM
Personal ad posted to Craigslist:
* It's Khazad-dûm, not -dur. Not that I'm a geek or anything.
hot sexy hobbit at bridge of Khazad-dur [sic*](Link via a San Francisco Chronicle column pondering the extent of the "fellowship" in The Fellowship of the Ring)
Hi! You were the beautiful hobbit man running for his life. I was the shy Balrog hurtling to the bottom of the endless chasm. We smiled. I saw you looking. Wasn't sure if that elf guy was with you.
Buy you a cuppa sometime?
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
this is in or around mines of Moria
* It's Khazad-dûm, not -dur. Not that I'm a geek or anything.
01.13.02
10:16 AM
"The elves are the harbingers of our doom!"
Yet Hero, the magazine for suburban gay couples, doesn't.
-- line from Stargate SG-1
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The current covers of both Playgirl and Advocate Men feature shirtless firefighters, with the text next to each hunk prominently displaying the word HERO.Yet Hero, the magazine for suburban gay couples, doesn't.
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Week of 01.06.02
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Hidden Deadly Productions makes short films, including CrossWalk (2003) and The Point of Boxes (coming in 2006?).
Pictured: Rubble from the destruction of the Central Freeway, San Francisco, April 2003. Photos by the author.
Pictured: Views from San Francisco Bay, July 2003. Photos by the author.
Pictured: Videogames projected onto a wall from an Atari 2600, July 2003. Photos by the author.
Pictured: Ranch near Hollister, New Year's Day 2003. Photos by the author.
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