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i have seen just every inch of i-80, from new york to san francisco. it was painful. you know, though I used to live in it (if colorado can be considered the mid-west) the midwest that is the worst. don't get me wrong, the thunderstorms and the massive horizons are absolutely amazing, like in nebraska where you you see a farmhouse and you think it must be miles and miles away but in fact its in Kansas. It is, however, not as amazing in the dead of winter.

especially iowa. i crossed the mississippi (thank god for third grade, i know how to spell that one) and the sign read, "welcome to Iowa. this is what hell looks like." actually there isn't such a sign. i just made that up. but seriously. i've known people who have stopped for gas in a BP station in des moines and *disappeared completely*. its a shining sort of thing going on. ever wonder why the waitresses in iowa are seen so serene?? Uh-huh. Exactly. They tried to drive through iowa and were never heard of again.. actually that's not true either. i just made that up. but it does seem like I would probably disappear off the face of the earth if I stayed there too long. which means i would probably marry a gal named "sam" or something like that, get a job in the local corn processing factory, become a nascar fan, and never leave again.

And you know what? i was glad to leave. you know what else? fuck nebraska. four hundred freaking miles, jesus christ. no state should be that big. nebraskas even worse. wyoming's not as bad, because my comrades to the north couldnt be that bad (there arent that many of them, thankfully) when in fact they dont tie people to fences and leave them for dead

the rest of it is kinda a blur because I was really tired (and high) and fell asleep in flaming gorge national park (awesome name, isnt it?). utah would be ideal if it werent for the no-keg law and all thewellreligious people

the last thing i remember before falling asleep after a mind-numbing drive (where I actually got tired of listening to blind melon and radiohead and paint it black!! I know, how weird!) was an amazing sunset over the pacific, north of san francisco, which shimmered in orange and blue. thats why I like leaving the city, and this is why i'm writing this entry. for moments like that. It was a huge sky with really bright washes of blue and orange, thick swashes of each, mixed loosely like paint pushed with fingers. it was like a highway cone orange, which kandinsky wrote is like a man convinced of his own powers; blue, on the other hand, is the color of profound meaning, of concentric motion. I knew exactly what kandinsky was talking aboutblue and orange. then I fell asleep and forgot it all. =)