Counting Rabbits

After Crete we had a couple more days to kill before rendezvousing in Peoria, IL with Conner's folks.  It had been more than a week since either of us had had a proper shower and we were in dire need of a campsite.  For the most part, we manage to keep relatively clean by sponge bathing in coffee shop restrooms; washing face and hair in the sink, washrag swabbing our armpits, daily teeth brushing.  But there is only so much one can do without a proper shower.  We stopped at the Chillicothe Recreational Area (pronounced Chili-cathy) for $25 a night.  $25!  Doesn't that seem high to anyone else?  We can't afford to stay at campgrounds very often, but when we do this seems to be the going rate for a spot of dirt upon which to rest one's head for the night.

I can't remember the ground manager's name but he and his wife were awesome.  Classic car buffs themselves, they came to share a couple beers with us and talk cars.  Then another long-term resident who reminded me of Flanders from The Simpsons, came to chat as well and lent us his go-cart for the night.  Every Saturday at the campground, a group of 4 go-cart owners go on a "Rabbit Counting Mission" right around dusk.  We were rounded up, Bloody Mary mix in hand, and were recruited to join in the rabbit counting.  The premise is pretty simple: guess how many rabbits you'll spot along the ride and whoever gets closest wins.  No prize, just gloating rights for that week.  The men drove, the women spotted, beer koosies at the ready, and country music blaring.  And it was a blast; bouncing around the uneven trails, taking a break to watch the train rush by, and spotting-get this-absolutely no rabbits.  The Chillicothe campground was great.  Hands down, great people.  Stop by if you're ever in the area.

Art installation from Cracking Art Group

Being Drunk Under The Table In Crete, IL

I do apologize for jumping back and forth between reporting on where we've been and where we are now.  I'm sure it's terribly confusing and I need to catch up stat.  Going back in time once again...

After we had stayed with Mary and Pat for a couple nights, we decided it was time to get out of their hair.  We had spent a great deal of time outside their house as to not be a total nuisance; by going to Chicago or down to one of the few local bars in Crete, IL.  As a result of our bar hopping we ended up befriending the bartender Paul at Chucks' Place and his buddy, the Other Paul, the buttercream icing maestro.  If we all couldn't be found at Chuck's then we were right across the street at Jason's Pub...or more like Jason's parking lot.  Conner and I camped out in the bar parking lot for a couple nights, then over to the public library parking lot, and then back to Jason's for one more night before we mosied on. 

I'm always surprised when we go into a small town and there are young people, or moreover, attractive young people.  I always assume they would have all run to the big city the first chance they got.  But in Crete this wasn't the case.  We met a lot of great folks here and I'd go back to visit in a heartbeat.  Although I must confess that Crete kids can drink Conner and I under the table every single time.  Coming from Austin, I drink more than average.  But Crete, man, they sure can put it away.

We even got to check out the weekly car cruise; every Monday night from 5 to 7.  If you have a semi-old car, then bring it along, sign it up and receive a free pizza buffet for the whole family at Aurelio's.  They had some purdy cool cars.

This is Gupie, it's the cutest car ever and one day I would like to make it mine.  It has an impromptu convertible top so that Conner's head can stick out when he rides with me since Gupie's so small and Conner's so tall.

Causing A Ruckus

Last night the doorbell rang around 8pm, as we were all unwinding from the hectic birthday party for Dad's youngest son.  The mass of 8 year old boys had worn us all out with the shear amount of energy they all had.  Conner answered the door as I jumped in the shower.  When I came out of the house, my hair all wet and clutching my PJ's, I saw a bunch of police cars and Conner in the middle.  Not a sight one wants to see outside of their house at night.

Apparently one of the neighbors had complained about our trailer parked by the curb.  One cop came to check it out and had no clue what to do.  So he called a second cop.  Who had no idea what to do.  So they called another...until 4 police cars were out front.  And each one was either on their laptops searching for city ordinances prohibiting our trailer from staying right where it was, or one the phone with a superior trying to figure out the same thing.  And they came up with nothing.  They said to not worry about it for the time being. 

My step-mother Anita, was all upset and has decided that we're going to have a "Griswald Christmas" at the trailer; fully decked out with twinkle lights, fake snow, tinsel, an inflatable Grinch, and a small Christmas tree on top.  Tackiness is to rule this holiday season.

Sunday Outting

Conner and I spent two nights at the Biblical Zion campground north of Chicago after we dropped Dan off at the airport as he moved to upstate New York.  But the $25 a night price tag was more than we could bear to spend and once again we searched for a place to stay outside of town.  A distant relative of my step-father miraculously pulled through and hooked us up with his high-school friend from 40 years prior.  An older literary couple, Mary and Pat Kerrigan were so terribly sweet to let a couple of strangers camp out with them in Crete, Illinois. 

We took the tram in to town one Sunday since the only thing we had really seen of Chicago had been glimpsed from the car window.  We spent most of the day wandering around without any agenda; we stumbled upon a Chinese festival, a children's festival sponsored by Target, and the Summer Dance.  It was a beautiful city and would have loved to spend a bit more time there.  Conner and I decided that we would definitely have to come back--but when we had more money.  It's a big city with big city prices and as I have inherited my father's expensive taste, I tend to want to throw caution to the wind and spend what money we had on a nice Chicago dinner.  However Conner's way more pragmatic than I and promised that one day we would return and splurge on a really nice dinner-but just not now.

Chicago view from Millennium Park

Sampling the famous Chicago architecture

Cloud Gate, sculpture by Anish Kapoor in Millennium Park.  Conner and I are in the middle.

The Chicago Summer Dance.  The cutest thing ever!  On the last Sunday of every month (if I'm not mistaken) Chicago hosts a communal dance.  They had a big band and a jazz singer and everyone came out and danced the afternoon away.  Cuteness.

A super stylish couple at the Summer Dance.

Chicago Roads

I, like most people, think of Chicago and immediately think of their illustrious gangster past.  I envision beautiful cars driving through downtown, pulling into alleyways to deposit their luxuriously dressed inhabitants into speakeasies where they will spend the remaining pre-dawn hours dancing the night away.  Chicago also brings to mind the vibrant art scene, electric jazz, and deep dish pizza that will make you completely full after just one slice.  But that's about all I know about the place.
Photo via The Exceptional Man

After we made our way back from visiting the wrong-side-of-the-tracks in southern Chicago, we snaked our way through downtown, by the Lake Michigan coast, heading north towards the closest campground.  We had desperately tried to find a place to park our camper in the suburbs but to no avail.  The closest campground was in Zion, IL; two miles from the Wisconsin boarder, where the Cancer Centers Of America in Chicago are located, and where all the roads are named after Biblical characters...in alphabetical order, starting with Abraham at the lake front in the east and going all the way to Zebulun to the west.  There's no booze to be found here and the Zionese idea of a hot date on Friday night is a session of bible study.

Sewing at the Zion campground

As we drove through town we quickly discovered that by-far-and-away the roads in Chicago are horrendous.  Worst roads ever!  I naively assumed that some of the millions of organized crime loot would be used to smooth over the roads.  I thought that they wouldn't want their luxury gangster cars to rattle apart.  Poor Breathless almost rattled apart while we were up there.  No, in fact she did rattle apart--something about a bracket falling off which becomes dangerous when we brake.  Mental note to self: never again try to drive in Chicago unless we have a huge tank of an SUV that we borrowed from a car rental company that's fully covered by insurance so if that car falls apart, it's simply not our problem.

Photo Via No Games Chicago

Silver Tears campers

Some folks up in Virgina have taken to reviving the old classic teardrop campers.  Since we've been living in an old canned ham trailer for the last several months, I've become enamored with cute home-on-wheels.  Silver Tear Campers handcraft these beauties from mahogany and aluminum and can be customized any way you like.  So damn cute!

Vegetable Orchestra

A group of Vienna based musicians created an alternative orchestra in 1998, composed of musical instruments made out of fresh vegetables; they call themselves the Vegetable Orchestra.  That's pretty cool in my book.

Bad Bad Leroy Brown

Jumping back in time to about mid-August...

Why is that travelers inevitably wander into the bad part of town when they first get to a new city?

After leaving my friend Ben in Omaha Dan, Conner, and I beelined our way down highway 80 that cuts right across Nebraska cornfields, heading for Chicago.  Each state map in our 1990-era Walmart atlas is not drawn to scale and we sometimes forget that detail when we're guessing how much time it will take us to get from point A to point B.  It's that minor fact that should explain why we were halfway into Chicago before we realized that we had no idea where we were going or who we were staying with.

So we pulled off and drove around looking for a coffee shop--any coffee shop--but to no avail.  There are simply no cafes to be found south of downtown.  And another thing, we're used to getting looks as we drive through a new place--and for the most part we like the attention--but man, the looks we were getting on the south side of Chicago, they were tough.  No waves; no smiles; none of the usual reactions--just pure stare down.

Later on when we talked to Chicago folk, we were told that south Chicago was dangerous with a capital D and that we were lucky Breathless didn't break down because she most likely would have been striped down before we even blinked an eye.

And we just had to start singing Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown...
Photo via Bamboo Trading

I Got A Job!

I finally got a job!  I started today at Specs Eyecare, a small eyewear boutique in Durham, NC.  I got a huge crash course in optometry today and after 8 hours of trying to understand spherical and cylindrical lens measurements and prescription notations my brain is total mush.  However, after I get it all down I think I'll really like working there.  And damn, it feels nice to have a job again and not worry about our dwindling bank account for a minute...cuz now it's increasing once again.  Yay incoming gas money!
Photo via SALT. Optics

Alcohol Under The Microscope

At Florida State University a company called Bevshots has photographed various alcoholic beverages under the microscope. The resulting pictures are more like modern art and are peddled by Bevshots as affordable works of art with a cheeky story behind it all. Best hung in the restroom over the porcelain throne.

Tequila

Rosé

More photos via Amusing Planet

Water For Elephants

No such luck on the job front yet although Conner and I have been pounding pavement like nobody's business.  I do have a couple interviews coming up this week and hopefully one of those works out.  Job hunting sucks.  I've put in applications at J Crew, Williams Sonoma, Trader Joe's, Barnes & Noble...basically everything at the mall.  And again, hopefully one of those will work out this next week.

In the meantime I've picked up a couple books from the library.  Immediately I got sucked into Water For Elephants which was amazing and I almost finished within the day.  Awesome!  Read it.  It's about a young man who runs away and joins the circus during the Depression.  It's been a while since a book has sucked me in so completely...since the Twilight series but that was "book crack" and I offer no other explanation for that literary blip. 

They have several photos reprinted from the Ringling Circus Museum in Sarasota, Florida.  I had no idea they have a Ringling museum!  We're absolutely going to make a quick stop in Florida and go to the circus museum...I dreaming of pink sequins and cotton candy this evening.

Minus Sound Research 5th Anniversary

When I moved to Austin it took me about a year to really get integrated into my new life.  But that was in a place where I  barely knew anyone.  Now that we're in Chapel Hill--my old stomping grounds...well, North Carolina in general--I'm hoping that we'll ease on into the local culture in a matter of weeks.  After spending a week getting dressed up and going job hunting in places like Barnes & Noble, Anthropologie, and Trader Joe's, Conner and I decided to kick back and go to the 5th anniversary party of Minus Sound Research--a collective of musicians who are also visual artists.  I'm thinking these people might be a cool group to get involved with while we're here.

Radio Flyer Car

From Old Hollywood Glamour Blog

Our Film Is Finished!

My computer is old and doesn't have the same rock-hard operating system that it once did...it can't export the short film in high-def so...ok, ok, enough excuses.  Here it is!

Some Stills From A Fledgling Film

I'm still working on putting my short film together and I'm almost done...yay!  Here are a couple stills from the work-in-progress from Alfred, New York.

Kat and Dan outside of their newapartment

Kat, Brighid, Dan

Conner, Brighid, Kat, and Dan

Conner outside of Terra Cotta Coffee where Dan now works

BriBri and her coffee

All of us

Making A Short

Inspired by the crazy experimental films at Alfred University I decided to try my hand at a short.  Conner, Kat, Dan, and their roomate, Brida, were terribly good sports and starred in the video.  I'm just editing it now and it should be up within the next week-Conner's also writing some music for the soundtrack!

In the meantime I'll leave you with this photo I found on the Boooooom blog...

"Prom Kings & Queens" by Jared Buckhiester

Martin Arnold Video Art

I went with Kathleen last night to see a film history class taught by Gerar Edizel.  As a former art history buff, I still get excited about obscure art every once in a while although I've never been swept away by video art in general.  However, of the films that Gerar showed the other night, this one by Martin Arnold was my favorite.
Martin Arnold, Piece Touchee--(go ahead and skip to 28:10 for the Andy Hardy rework) "The cinema of Hollywood is a cinema of exclusion, reduction and denial, a cinema of repression. There is always something behind that which is being represented, which was not represented. And it is exactly that that is most interesting to consider."

Flickr and Photobucket

I was posting all these photos from our travels on Flickr and now that I'm reaching the 200 photo limit they require that I upgrade and get Flickr Pro.  So I've switched to Photobucket for the time being.  All the new photos (many that I haven't posted on blogger) can be found here.

Omaha, Nebraska

We took I-80 all the way across Nebraska, camping for a night at the loudest rest stop ever, to visit our friend, Ben Thomas, in Omaha...of course, this was at the end of August but I'm just getting round to posting it now.  I met Ben through Couchsurfing when he came to Austin for a friend’s bachelor party.  Couchsurfing is a great website to meet people, find a free comfy couch to crash upon, and get quick local insight while traveling.  So here’s Ben’s shorthand take on Omaha, Somewhere In Middle America.

Home of the TV dinner, the Reuben sandwich (there’s some controversy over the originator but Omaha’s in the running), the one-time richest man in the Universe-Warren Buffet, five Fortune 500 companies, the largest indoor rainforest, and birthplace of Malcolm X.  They also have a ton of thrift, antique, and junk stores because he says jokingly, “we have no future so we’re tied to the past”.  Conner, Dan, and I rode our bikes down to the Old Market area (so cute!) and the boys went to go get a beer while I antiqued it up.  I went to three stores in two hours.  They’re huge with so many hidden rooms to scope out that before you know it, you’re down in the basement and you still have an hours worth of looking to go.  My favorite was Second Chance on Jackson St downtown.  I snuck a couple photos in.

Old Market St area downtown Omaha

Plastic Santas at Second Chance antique shop

Ben was super sweet and organized a last-minute acoustic gig for the boys at O'Leavers Pub. If I lived in Omaha this would probably be my go-to bar as well.  They even sponsor an adult Soapbox Derby.  How fun would that be?  Probably a lot.

Surprise!

Ben has this cute crab in his apartment...

But check it out, it's an ash tray!  I mean, catchy right?  But get this, this is what really bowls me over.  He got it at the anti-abortion thrift store a block from his house--the store is called Surprise.  What the fuck?  There's a place of commerce that supports this in our fair land of Middle-America?  I was so astonished that I made him show me where it was before we left town.

Some Great People

One last thing about Denver.
Jena and Dustin Dupont are freaking awesome.  We stayed with these folks and their two young daughters for a week and had a total blast the whole time.  Thanks again guys for letting us stay : )

Jena

Dustin during his biscuits and gravy cook-off

Lily and Vada, the kids.  The funniest thing was that Vada (the youngest) immediately saddled right up to Dan and was his buddy the entire time.  We were walking up the steps at Red Rocks during the day and Dustin offered to take her hand to help her up the steep stairs.  She pushed her hair out of her face, pointed up to Dan and said, "I want that."  Haha, so funny.  I don't remember being such a ham when I was younger but Kat said she totally was.  Maybe we're all merciless flirts as young girls and some of us just try to block it out.

The Whole Gang: Dan, Vada, me, Conner, Dustin, Lily, Jena

Conner and I--well, more like Conner--helped Jena put this pond in their back yard.  Apparently now there's even goldfish in it.  

Alfred University And Their Library

While we're up here in NY visiting Kat and Dan I'm using Alfred University's awesome library to edit all my photos and dump it all online.  I'll try to start from Denver and show our trip across the Midwest, through Canada, to New York in order but you know, we'll see how it goes : )

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Momentarily broken down in the Home Depot parking lot outside Denver

Eco-classic car guy Ronnie that stopped by while broken down.  He had the best glasses ever.