Washington, DC (Well, the Suburbs, Actually) :: July 15th, 2002 ::
Jessamyn insists that I’m the most neurotic non-Jew she knows. As far as my writing is concerned, she gets little argument from me. I don’t know what it is, but my writing voice (and thus my appearance on the Internet) has always been significantly more dark and worried than the one that is attached to the humorous, good-natured, real-world me. Which is fine, though you may be surprised when you find that I’m not nearly as worried or depressed as the short entries on this site might lead you to believe.
Since I was last here (making things sound a little worse then they actually might be), Jessamyn and I have been to New Haven, Connecticut, New Providence, New Jersey, and on the road quite a bit. I drove through Delaware for the first time, which was about as impressive as I was expecting it to be (though I saw no sign of the credit card companies that seem to have flocked to the area). With the Yale Librarians we stayed with, we went to see Yo La Tengo play a free(-ish) show in a park in Brooklyn which definitely wins a prize for best last minute surprise I’ve had in a long time. Overall, I feel I’ve met more new people in the past few days than I did in the three months previous, everyone continues to be warm and intelligent, and it feels good to explore new places and get back to others I haven’t seen in a long time.
We’re in Maryland now, staying with John and Laura. The car we’re driving, whose name is Elliot, is holding together, and as the numbers on the odometer roll upward, I’m becoming more convinced that having a car with 145,000 miles on it is not nearly as significant as it used to be. Which is good, because it keeps my mind at ease. Who knows what would happen if all the neurosis you read here spilled over into my real life.
