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Fri 11/27 @ 1:59 PM

Day 5: Maine!  From Boston to Salem, from Salem to Portland.  Background music this time is by one of my favorite Metafilter musicians, Corduroy.

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Wed 11/25 @ 12:19 PM

Boston!  Not much footage of the evening of Day 3, since I spent most of it playing Rock Band with friends.  Day 4 I spend wandering around Boston Common, eating lunch with my brother and then heading off to the meetup at Christophers.

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Mon 11/23 @ 5:20 PM

Here’s a rough edit of Day 2 (and some of Day 3) of the trip, based on some walking-around footage, meetup documentation (Neil Diamond singalong included) and an interview I did with my host in New York, Afroblanco.

I’m still not sure what to do with all the trip footage — or what I even have the footage to accomplish, really — but trying to go at it day-by-day or city-by-city in an episodic fashion is probably the best place for me to start, and this is a first attempt at pulling that off.

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Tue 10/27 @ 8:52 PM

After a couple of weeks of really thoroughly not getting anything done related to this project, I’m trying to get on with nosing through some of the video I shot and learning my way around my new editing software.  This is an afternoon experiment, trying to do a little abstract title sequence for the sake of finding my way around some of the editing tools I’ve got on hand.

So now what?

Tue 10/13 @ 9:06 AM

I’m home, and I’ve had a long weekend to relax and hang out with my wife and get accustomed again to the idea that I don’t have to go get on a plane again tomorrow, etc.

One problem with doing all that in a month is that I didn’t really have time during the month to digest what all was going on.  Now that I can sit still, I’m regretting not carving out a little more time every day during the trip to more thoroughly document the days as they went by, if only by updating this blog a bit more regularly than I did.  But, lessons learned.

Next step: figure out what to do with the documentation I do have.  I’ve got a pile of video to start looking through today, and a great load of photos I’ve been posting all along the way; that latter stuff I should put together a wrap-up post here for to make it all easy to get at from one spot, I figure.

So, there it is.  The trip’s done but I’m not quite done with the trip.  Updates here will no doubt be a bit more sporadic than they were during the adventure itself, but there’s a bit more to come yet, so keep your eyes open.

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9:00 AM

The welcome home.  A dozen local mefites (including my mother-in-law!) came out to the airport at near midnight on a weekday to greet me with a clever banner and donuts.  It was a very nice surprise, though they got a very low-energy cortex for their efforts.

The welcome home.  A dozen local mefites (including my mother-in-law!) came out to the airport at near midnight on a weekday to greet me with a clever banner and donuts.  It was a very nice surprise, though they got a very low-energy cortex for their efforts.

Day 31: Homeward Bound

Thu 10/8 @ 10:00 PM

On a flight to Portland, six hours give or take from JFK, getting in just a little before midnight.  My wife is meeting me at the airport, to taxi home with me — we’re both impatient to see each other again.  I spent most of the day feeling antsy because I didn’t have anything else I needed to plan for or take care of after last night’s meetup.

I’m coming home with something upwards of 100GB worth of photos (jpegs from the SD960, RAW files from the 5D) and video (720p footage from the SD960), and a few hours of field recorder audio as well.  What I’ll do with, exactly, I don’t know, but I’m going to try to do something.

Also, I’m a thief: 

1. I managed to walk out the door of Afroblanco’s apartment with his keys in my pocket, which is complicated because he’s moving out tomorrow.  We agreed that I’d mail them to his landlord tomorrow morning by the fastest available method and call it good that way.

2. I also, I discovered in the last couple hours, packed up koeselitz’s SD card reader when I was heading out of Denver.  Another thing to throw in the mail.

As a sort of karmic retribution, I’m pretty sure I’ve donated at least one soap and one shampoo bottle to a couple of my various hosts.  And then there’s the matter of that missing accessories bag, somewhere in Vermont, having its own weird adventure.

Hosts!  This wouldn’t have been nearly as painless (or inexpensive!) as it was without the generosity of all the metafilter folks (and in some cases their families) who offered to put me up and give me rides and show me around their various towns.  I should find some way to thank them all in more detail later, but for now let me just say: thanks, folks.  This wouldn’t have been what it was without all your stunning hospitality.

And the meetups!  Looking back on it, I’m stunned how much meetupery we packed into this month.  And kind of stunned I managed to avoid any hangovers.  (Though there is the matter of the Mysterious Chicago Sickness.)  The meetups ran the gauntlet, from the homey troika in Utah to the friendly half-dozen in Baltimore to the 14 hour jaunt in Philly to the epic multi-day meetupathons in LA and Chicago, and everything in between.

And the food!  And the bathroom mirrors!  But I don’t think I should try to plow through everything right now.  It was an absurd amount of travel, probably too much and too long by any reasonable standard, adn I’m going to need a while to decompress and go back over everything once I can get home and back into my normal routine.  My normal, airport-free, hugging my wife whenever I feel like it routine.

I can’t wait to be home.

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12:59 PM

I earned this hot chocolate, and then some.  From a post-karaoke snack at Veselka, near Afroblanco’s apartment; he and I and kathrineg and ocherdraco managed to outlast the rest of the crew and get perogies, and boy were they worth it.
But the hot chocolate was really the best part.

I earned this hot chocolate, and then some.  From a post-karaoke snack at Veselka, near Afroblanco’s apartment; he and I and kathrineg and ocherdraco managed to outlast the rest of the crew and get perogies, and boy were they worth it.

But the hot chocolate was really the best part.

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12:56 PM

One last bash, doing karaoke at 2nd on 2nd in Manhattan.  This turned into a double-decker party — finishing off my trip around the country, and bidding farewell to Afroblanco who is moving very shortly to San Francisco.
This is my only picture of the actual meetup; I was too busy singing and laughing and so on to pull out the 5D and shoot portraits.  But I’ve got video kicking around.
I arrived in NYC feeling moderately less sick than I had been; I woke up this morning after not enough sleep on top of a night of noise and drinking, and I feel better still.  My wife has her own cold these last couple days, so we can compare notes when I get home.

One last bash, doing karaoke at 2nd on 2nd in Manhattan.  This turned into a double-decker party — finishing off my trip around the country, and bidding farewell to Afroblanco who is moving very shortly to San Francisco.

This is my only picture of the actual meetup; I was too busy singing and laughing and so on to pull out the 5D and shoot portraits.  But I’ve got video kicking around.

I arrived in NYC feeling moderately less sick than I had been; I woke up this morning after not enough sleep on top of a night of noise and drinking, and I feel better still.  My wife has her own cold these last couple days, so we can compare notes when I get home.

Day 30: Delayed in Denver Int’l

Wed 10/7 @ 11:23 AM

Denver is a big airport with a nice looking main staging area and reasonably nice concourses, but it’s got fuckall for outlets and the free wifi is slow and loads things in an iframe with ads up top.  Better than Long Beach, but that’s faint praise if ever I’ve given any.

I’d be less grumpy about the downsides if my plane had left on time (e.g. an hour or so ago), but it’s been delayed and won’t take off for another fifty minutes it sounds like.

Final wrap-up party tonight in NYC, karaoke bash in a private room at 2nd and 2nd, but with the plane delay it looks like I won’t make it there until we’re halfway through the rented time.  So finally I’ve managed to get hit by a significant delay — after a month of traveling, I can just about shout BINGO.

I think maybe I should have in fact made Bingo cards.  I’ve got some time to kill, maybe I still will.

So: karaoke tonight, sleep it off, and then kill time in New York tomorrow until my evening flight home to Portland, where I wouldn’t mind being right now if it didn’t mean skipping out on people who’ve shown me a lot of hospitality already.

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