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Nov. 5th, 2004 | 08:12 am
mood: sleeeeeepy

Hey, um, I won't be home this weekend. I'm writing from mid-roadtrip to the annual NASCO Institute event in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I just finished my driving shift - 5 hours straight! A personal record, at least in recent memory. I find myself (for this brief moment) in the exquisitely-named city of... Effingham, Illinois. Effingham! Say it with an exclamation point! "WTF? Effingham!" I just made them that new slogan. They are welcome to use it.

What the hell are you talking about, Trip?
I'm the board chairman of a nonprofit organization in Austin that exists to encourage expansion of cooperative housing options and operates Sasona Co-op in South Austin, a 17-member house that was previously a school. I have the tiniest room and I find it ideally cozy. We have the awesomest wooden playground in the tree-lined, spacious backyard.

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spanky pants!


from: delia_deville
date: Nov. 5th, 2004 09:19 am (UTC)

Fond memories of the NASCO trip!

Truck stops. People thought a van full of hippies with a sign saying "LOADED" with a peace sign in the "o" was a church band.

The drunkest I've ever been and still able to walk. Beer stays colder there.

Indian summer. Leaves in mid-change.

Lots of little snippets without apparent meaning: "Anything metal with bolts." "Lima, Ohio" "Fear of a Guff planet."

Yes...have fun. I'd love to hear the stories when you return.

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