This is the tentative plan so far:
Indianapolis
Chicago
New York City
Bogota, Colombia
LA
San Francisco
Portland
Seattle
Vancouver
If you are in any of those places and want to hang out, send me an email.
justus.zimmerly
@gmail.com
NYC to Bogota, and I can’t stop smiling.
I have a feeling that this blog is going to get a little more interesting over the course of the next few months. My plans for the foreseeable future have been pretty up in the air but now the phrase “up in the air” has taken on a literal sense. I just bought a travel pass for unlimited air travel in the US and the Caribbean for the month of September. Talk about an impulse buy! Some people go for the gossip magazines at the grocery store checkout, Justus goes for a month of travelling. To each their own.
I’ll try and keep you posted as it all goes down.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Twentysomething - Jamie Cullum
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe I’ll go traveling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
I could work for the poor, though I’m hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we’re just the same
Maybe I’ll go to the gym, so I don’t get fat
Aren’t things more easy, with a tight six pack
Who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can’t even separate love from lust
Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans
Working nine to five, answering phones
But don’t make me live for my Friday nights
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights
Don’t wanna get up, just have a lie in
Leave me alone, I’m a twentysomething
Maybe I’ll just fall in love
That could solve it all
Philosophers say that that’s enough
There surely must be more
Love ain’t the answer, nor is work
The truth eludes me so much it hurts
But I’m still having fun and I guess that’s the key
I’m a twentysomething and I’ll keep being me
I’m a twentysomething, let me lie in
Leave me alone, I’m a twentysomething
How Many, How Much
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live ‘em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give ‘em.
-Shel Silverstein
