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November 6th, 2012

Going back to get forward. [Nov. 6th, 2012|03:19 pm]

New Orleans, Louisiana.

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Fast-paced and forgotten about. [Nov. 6th, 2012|03:26 pm]
Through Mississippi we flew! Alabama was nothing but a blur interrupted by a BBQ stand and us finally running over our Las Vegas cinderblock chalk and letting out a celebratory cheer! Georgia was behind us before we even realized it was ahead of us! Onward we sailed, covering ground like all other roadblocks we'd faced in the past had fallen beneath us and we were unstoppable! Miles and miles whizzing by us with our mission driving us without an obstacle in sight until...

Suddenly on a busy state highway an hour outside Asheville, the bus screeched itself to a halt at a stop light. It jerked forward and backward, seemingly confused by itself and which direction it wanted to go. At a standstill, we tried to move forward again, but the bus would not budge. The engine revved and revved but forward it would not go, and then suddenly, we shifted, and moved, but...


Yup. This was the day, folks, that our bus suddenly decided it only wanted to move in reverse. Terrified by the possibility that this meant we'd have to drive ALL the way back around the country in reverse, back to Alabama, back to Louisiana, back to *shutter* LAS VEGAS, we backed the bus up onto a side street and assessed the damage. To our dismay, this meant only one thing, one expensive thing, the word no car or bus owner ever wants to hear: transmission.

Was this the end of our journey? Was this the moment when we had to strip the bus of our belongings and its veggie system and abandon it somewhere in South Carolina and figure out our own ways home? We dreaded the possibility and wept at the thought, and kept ourselves distracted with roadside bubbles and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but the truth we all knew was that this would be no easy fix. Luckily, Papa Bear Phinn has a heart the size of a third-world country and he, like the rest of us, couldn't stand to let the bus go.

So the next time you see that infamous big red Vermont Joy Parade school bus, the one all you Burlingtonians thought you'd never see again the day we drove it away, you give her a tip of your hat, because this lovely lady is now equipped with a new radiator, new transmission, bike racks, solar panels, and we must admit, she is lookin' and runnin' pretty damn sexy.

Also, as a side, there is something very challenging about having to give a cab driver directions to where you are when you're in a giant red school bus parked next to a giant red monkey and everyone in the background is laughing because the funniest part is that you are not lying.

South Carolina.
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Bus Race. [Nov. 6th, 2012|03:35 pm]

It's exactly what it looks like:
A bus race.
With a fellow traveling documentary team called The Unchained Tour. Only, this time it was to see who could get to the finish line the slowest without stopping.
Of course, The New World Manifesto took the trophy home. I'd elaborate on these events, but considering they happened over a month ago and I'm really just trying to catch up with my own god damn life, that's what you get. It's a bus race.

Winston Salem, North Carolina.

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Jim Moore! [Nov. 6th, 2012|03:45 pm]

We interviewed a personal hero of mine, Jim Moore, who's a legendary circus photographer who has traveled all over the world with different acts and circuses photographing clowns and generally eccentric people (sound familiar?). So obviously it only made sense that we interview him in full mime mode.

Jim Moore in Brooklyn, New York.

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Keeping with the clown theme. [Nov. 6th, 2012|03:57 pm]

Stuck in traffic on your way to the Big E? Might as well paint your face, turn into a clown, and take over the highway terrorizing people in their cars with a clown horn. At least... that's what WE would do...

The Big E.
Springfield, Massachusetts.

This was our last stop on our tour 8000 miles around the country in a veggie-powered school bus, seeking out the most amazing people that exist in this sometimes jaded place and asking them how we can all work together to manifest a better world. It was a pretty incredible experience that at times had us all sure we'd kill each other. There were ups and downs of every variety and we saw some incredible landscapes and experienced some pretty special things. But after 45 days of being on the road, I think we were all happy to get home. Unfortunately, 30 miles outside of Burlington, we ran out of gas, because the universe is funny like that.
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Apologies to my mother. [Nov. 6th, 2012|05:26 pm]
^Photo by Nate.
Well. I couldn't stay away. New Orleans called me back to its treacherous borders and whether listening to its manipulative calls was the right decision or not, I'm still not sure. I've been here for about a month now and even with the strength and empowerment achieved from having what I'm sure was the best Summer of my life, this place will still knock you on your ass. I've learned that insanity is doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results every time. I came here with the intention of doing things differently this year, and while my confidence is a tad higher than before and my strange ability to stand up for myself even when intimidated shows itself every once in a while, it's hard not to fall back into the same unhealthy routines. I've made some new friends and am officially pursuing my lifelong goal of becoming a cocktail waitress at a strip club on Bourbon Street (joking about the lifelong dream part, it just pays the bills), but to say all my decisions have been excellent would be a lie. Regardless, I'm trying, and some good changes are steering me in the right direction. So at the risk of beginning a tangent, here are some photos from the last month with vague captions.

Apologies to my mother, who I apparently forgot to say goodbye to. I still love you, Mom.

There was a fire. No one was hurt. The house was abandoned.

Burned a sign for Nate's house, which is named after the star system that Yoda lives on. Obviously.

Started hanging out with this handsome man again who lives as the Treehouse Troll of one of the art houses, but I broke his heart because sometimes I'm a bad lady.

This is Nate's dog, Huddie. Huddie went into my pack one day when I wasn't home and ate every single pair of underwear I owned. Nate was too broke to go to Family Dollar to buy me some new underwear. Huddie also enjoys cigarettes and condoms.

This is Dagobah. Nate thought it would be a good idea to throw some shoes over the power lines. The neighbor didn't like that at all.

Here is a crew of babes.

Started playing a twice-a-week gig at the Spotted Cat with a girl by the name of Sarah McCoy who's pipes will make your soul explode. I look forward to it all week and am super excited to be playing with a band that ISN'T riddled with the drama of a bunch of couples who used to sleep together.

Speaking of Yes, Ma'am, here is a painting a guy named Skip did of us when we were busking the other evening. Fuck yeah.

I can't tell if it's home yet.
Or what the hell I'm doing with my life, for that matter.
But it's about that time for my quarter-life crisis where I contemplate that, anyway.

There, now i'm caught up. Day of the Dead photos coming soon.

New Orleans, Louisiana.

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