Field Trip

Check out my piece on The Flip today.  Click through image below.

The terminal is familiar but I don’t recognize the name of the airline I am supposed to fly on. Something terrifying and anonymous. Sun Country Air, I believe.

I spoke to my mom last night, expressing my concern that I would be on one of those tiny commuter planes that seem to be the ones most likely to fall out of the sky at the most inopportune moments. (Not that there is an opportune moment for a plane crash.) Mom told me I’d be fine.  I told her, for the 1,278th time, that my worst fear is dying en route to some middle-of-nowhere town for a job…

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Field Trip

Check out my piece on Flip Collective today.  Click through image below.

I wake up from a nap even though I should just sleep until morning.  It’s only seven.  I’ve left my bike at the Bedford stop for sixteen hours too long and I need to retrieve it before someone dismembers it – takes my handlebars, steals my tires, makes it unrideable for the duration of my New York summer.  And so I leave with no other plans beyond said retrieval, my head fuzzy and my eyes watering from lack of sleep…

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Field Trip

Apologies for the lack of posts on JBLY.  I’ve been working on some book projects and other fun things, which, regrettably, mean my correspondence with the people of the digital age will be spotty.  Good things, people.  Good things.  In the meantime, swing over to Flip Collective to check out my piece today.  Click through on the image below.

I leave a party early.  I didn’t drink.  I didn’t smoke cigarettes out on a balcony hanging over Canal Street.  Music played but I didn’t dance.  Nobody danced.  The best conversation I had all night involved an iPhone slideshow of Berlin.  Shots of cups filled with milky coffee.  A building with the question, “Black Is Still Beautiful?” written on the top.  Trees and neighborhoods in decay.  “I want to go there,” I said…

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