I thought I’d post a little bit now because I’ll be sans internet for the weekend. Tomorrow I’m taking a train down to scenic Claremont, NH.

There I’ll be walking 3 miles in the rain to hang out in the town’s roadside meth-party motel for a night, so I can wake up bright & early and walk another 3 miles to pick up a Penske moving truck. I will proceed to drive this truck into the northernmost wilds of the Northeast Kingdom in search of an unmarked storage shed beside some mobile homes along Route 16 — whereupon, with the help of a family of farmers, I will then take all the possessions of a nice woman I’ve never met, and load them into the back of the truck. I will then immediately head back south with it all on a 9 hour solo trip to rural Maryland.

Then, assuming each of the previous steps actually go smoothly and without incident, I will crash out for a night, and wake up to unload the truck in said woman’s new house. Immediately after this fait is accompli, I’ll rush to Baltimore to catch the next Chinatown bus to New York, towards a friendly face with a warm bed.

Then the next morning it’s back off into the wet and cold to catch another train, back to the frozen North and my meager homestead, hopefully intact and healthy, to enjoy a humble Thanksgiving celebration that a group of us will be staging communally.

This whole misguided and Rube Goldbergian small-time moneymaking scheme is pretty intimidating, and contains vast possibility for tragedy, discomfort, peril and unease. But to be honest, I’m pretty excited about the idea of taking a train to a failed industrial town I’ve never previously heard mention of, and spending a day and night walking around and doodling without the corrupting influence of the internet, Mariokart or awesome drinking buddies. I’m also pretty ecstatic about doing a good day of quality truck driving through the waste of the New Jersey Turnpike. Moving two bedrooms’ worth of furniture in 24 hours I could do without. But I guess I needed the exercise (and money!) anyway.

If you’re curious as to my doings, keep an eye on the “Twitter” feed at right, as I’ll probably spend a lot of time “tweeting” just for kicks. And maybe I’ll have some nice pictures and doodles to post when I get back. Er… if I get back. You never know, when you have to pass through Jersey.

Also, as a postscript: expect more mention in this spot of my availability for Holiday Portrait Commissions. Great gift idea! No cat turned away!