on rose's painted roof (via telephone)

the tank, oberlin OH. 3/16/2009






my favorite poem is about ohio.
my favorite song is about ohio.
my second favorite book is about ohio,
and the main character was overeducated at a place called Oberlin, in ohio

and now here i am 16 hours on train tracks behind me at a co-op called the tank sitting with rose on wood that has been painted and repainted longer than i've been alive

it is 60 degrees fahrenheit
sunny with a chance of early dinner
spring break 2009
party in the flatlands
with only the best

love elise

en why cee (via telephone)

big mystery city home. somehow we drove to new york city by mistake. seeing it is making me a little homesick. and i've never felt this way about the city ever before

bridgewater nj (via telephone)

the final stretch begins

appalachia (via telephone)

on our way to jersey through virginia

(via telephone)

bowling on a saturday night in alpharetta, georgia

infiltrating the coca cola happiness factory

this is a holographic map of the coke bottling plants and their racially diverse employees. the coca cola museum was one of the most strange and eerie places i've ever been- whoever said the recent lack of worthwhile contemporary art was due to all the talent and craziness going to marketing and public relations was right. after the 4d movie about how coke is a part of humanity i felt a little sick, but then again, it could have been the 64 international flavors of coke products i sampled. and the woman next to us just kept exclaiming, "so fabulous, so fabulous." i was almost moved, but by what i have no idea

from woody jones beltway (via telephone)

this fourteen foot gator was advertised fifty miles out of myrtle beach along with free popcorn and soda. it ended up being dead and taxidermied and friends with a large plastic ladybug that sat on its nose. it was our welcome and farewell to myrtle beach, the city that sleeps. happy new year, from the road that leads to atlanta- hope those resolutions are still surviving. this trip could be one in itself- i've had a january's worth of ridiculousness and joy already, thanks to the three fine gentlemen traveling with me. the raining just stopped and everyone woke up- sun is shining on the billboards that are actually advertising things again. we are finally out of the abyss- i'm only now learning that there can be so much space between towns, and i don't mean woods- it's the decrepit hair salon next to absolutely nothing that gets me. i love 2009.

the dangerous journey to the future (via telephone)

kevin has joined our party with level 20 exp! myrtle beach and next year here we come, straight to you from the purple heart highway

a vulgar display of power

for matt

good morning georgia again (via telephone)

so we made it to georgia somehow, last night. five am to four am and the most surreal waffle house experience of my life and three gas tanks behind us, we finally slept. i just woke up to the sound of nothing at all and a perfectly blue sky. oh clipper bay

(via telephone)

playing the jackson five

WE JUST PASSED A TOWN CALLED DUM FRIES

(via telephone)

the iced teas grow giantly in maryland diners

the susquehanna, maryland

rest stop vacation (via telephone)

four hours and four states behind me, and another eight hours til i'm behind the wheel. hello new jersey!

pictures in the air all around us (via telephone)

I have discovered how to post from my cellular phone! This means that i will be able to update from the OPEN ROAD. Complete with really, really bad cell phone photography. Get excited. I am (considering this took me the last two days to figure out.) Wish me luck (on the highway and technology). Love, elise's cell phone.