January 2009
5 posts
why I'm a pirate
In spite of being a grown up and paying for insurance (good for me!), my vagabonding nixes the possibility of things like emergency dental visits, which is why, when I found myself compulsively tounging a chip in my tooth, I filed it myself. With a nailfile.
That’s pretty metal, says B.
4/5
Under 24 hours—that is the amount of time I just spent in Aspen, visiting my darling dear T, and absorbing the high altitude glory of that utterly improbable place.
[Of course, this was not the Aspen of my previous experiences—this was X Games weekend. The town was trashed. Bud Light and Monster cans on every street corner, every bar and restaurant swamped, buses loaded with...
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inertia
A dear friend and fellow wanderer, M, just asked me how I keep traveling.
It would seem that M has resorted to subsisting on tunafish and rice cakes. I priced those products at the Food Emporium [zagat rated, natch] at $1.49 and $2.49, respectively. As I believe we can assume that these are the highest prices said items can fetch in the island of Manhattan and therefore, the world, one could...
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