Invading Your digital Citadel!

After much anticipation, Sam and Zak's inter-dimensional bicycle tour has began! They set off armed to the teeth with love and a beebee gun (modern cupidic missile) and 120 pounds of other equally absurd supplies. They're coming!

Sam and I are lazing about Flannery's luxurious dorm room right now at the Tenney Howse, Smith College, North Hampton, waiting for our clothes to dry, while Flan's in class. Sam is sharpening a knife in preparation for some bizarre ritual. What better time to sit down and write abstract prose that seems remarkably familiar to the beginning of a great adventure blog/novel.



We set out on the first of October after bidding friends and family goodbye the days before. After hugging our respective parents goodbye, sam and I met up at 23 Wild Harbor road North Falmouth MA and headed down the street to Liz and Scott's house so say one more "adieu" and to pick up some delicious and sour pink fleshed apples that grew in their yard. The sun shone benevolently on us and we hit the road to yonder yonder.

Leaving at eleven thirty one we hit providence around five thirty, 67 miles later. Our junk was heavier than we thought, so we rode slower than anticipated. Taking route 6 was a less than pleasant route, diesel exhaust and speeding cars, who needs em! In providence we stayed at Max's who was gracious let us stay two nights. the second night I performed the Coyote Moon Children piece (a psuedo rock opera with boombox accompaniment based loosely on Native American mythology) after cooking some wonderful beans and rice with Bridget's amazing PURPLE CAULIFLOWER! no joke, purple! The concert was held in Max's back yard complete with burning sage in the boombox antennae and sam's candle, adorned with an ornate foil screen that Sam designed. After the concert, Sam, Max, Abbot, Bridget, and I sat in Max's living room and talked about child hood nightmares, and being invisible and other elusive subjects. Max told the story of how he dispelled recurring Vampire nightmares, in which he would be hunting vampire's or vice versa, by deciding in his waking world, that he would make a truce with the vampires in his dreams, he wouldn't hunt them if they wouldn't hunt him. The truce was arranged in dreams, and has lasted to this day. Abbot told a story of walking on a freeway, and becoming invisible to cars that were honking at him before.

We left Providence in hazy cloud mush, heading for Jefferson MA, just northwest of Worcester. Again we left late morning and arrived late afternoon at the Harrison house, home of the Balance Rock Free School! We were greeted by Paula who was cooking three foot curling zuccini. Soon Rowan arrived with Ben Macben, just in from the train station. We ate spicy dahl Rowan prepared with the zuccini. Soon grey came home from the Earn a Bike in Worcester that he runs. That night we slept in a screened "shed" outside.



The next morning after breakfast I performed Coyote Moon Children for Ben, Grey, Rowan and the kids of Balance Rock. Balance Rock is a small democratic school where the students can choose there own curriculum. This was really exciting for me to see because I had been reading "Dumbing Us Down", by John Taylor Gatto, an incredibly human treatise against government monopoly school. The kids at Balance Rock seemed so creative and motivated, and there wasn't a shred of disciplinarian garbage keeping kids in line. After a brief morning Kendo fight between Ben and Ben, students began working on movies for screen writing class. The was so much exciting activity going on I felt a bit remorseful about leaving, but our strange circus must continue. Thanks so much Paula, Grey, Rowan and Ben!


The hills outside Jefferson and up to North Hampton were the most taxing we had experienced yet. Our heavy gear made each on abominably long and demoralizing, but reaching each crest was as elating as the hill was grueling, and flying down long hills felt almost undeserved. On really bad hills I began mentally making up ridiculous nonsensical Sugar Hill Gang inspired rhymes to take my mind off of the burning in my legs and chest.
"flipflopgettothetop
ofthishilldontchadrop
tiresdon'tpop
legsdontchastop
dontchastop
dontchastop
gravitydon'thavethedroponyou"