Food porn, road trip style!

As my faithful readers, all eight of you, have surely noticed, I've been a bit lax lately in blogging. Without going into too great of detail, since I think all of you probably already know some of the story, it has been a busy time.

Relocating from NYC to the Rust Belt. Finishing one job, starting another, flying across the country to pack up stuff to drive back across the country. In the last week, I have been in thirteen states, and slept in seven of them.

But I know why y'all come to my blog. So here is some road trip vegan food porn to satiate your burning needs:

This is from the lovely and strange Crystal Jade restaurant in Omaha, Nebraska. The fake meat was fucking delicious. The vegetables were astonishingly tasteless. Incredibly tasteless. (Yes, J: it defied credibility how tasteless the alleged sweet potato was. But it was beautifully carved.)

I can't say I'm sorry to be leaving NYC, as I look over in the public library branch I'm typing this from, and see the Bed Bug Survival Guide on the shelf.

The place I'm going is not without its challenges, but it also has immense opportunity.

Thus begins another chapter. I'm excited.

Bowling alone

Watching the World Series alone, in the midst of a huge city, where I have many dear friends, and where I'm so ready to leave.

Spent about five hours today in my remote office (which moonlights as the main branch of the NY Public Library). Also alone. And thinking about some dear friends.

Next stop: Oh me oh my oh.