The first issue of Fuzz Against Junk has been printed, published, and bound. This isn't really current news though, since I finished it back in May. I read at Astroland in Boulder for the "Drunk Poet's Society" and sold some copies. Currently, I have less than half left, so if you're interested in snagging a copy ($4, includes shipping), send me a message and we'll work out the details.
Before NYC, I moved back to New Hampshire. That's not the exciting part. What's exciting is that I drove back to New Hampshire. In twelve days I visited New Mexico, Texas, Alabama, Mississippi, Florida, Louisiana, Tennessee, South Carolina, North Carolina, Georgia, and pretty much every state on the east coast. The last day of the trip was a non-stop 24-hour drive from Smoky Mountain National Park to my house in rural Sanbornton, New Hampshire. Here are some thing I learned:
- West Texas looks like the Moon, if the Moon grew cacti that looked they originated from a Doctor Seuss book
- There are no rest stops in Louisiana. We drove for nearly four hours before pulling into a gas station and enquiring about the nearest rest stop. She told us to head back towards Houston
- You can get cocktails to-go in New Orleans
- West Virginians have a thicker accent than most Texans
Now that my life has begun to settle, I should be posting semi-frequently again. Until next time.