I'll go with thee to the lane's end... I am a kind of burr, I shall stick. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

I write not to teach but to learn. Rebecca West

drew's writing:

  • "Always Forever Now," Ideomancer volume 13, issue 2
  • "Black Sun," Black Static # 32
  • "Bread or Cake" and "Pride/Shame,"2nd Annual Philadelphia One-Minute Play Festival
  • "Copper Heart," Polluto Magazine issue 5, A Steampunk Orange
  • "The Accomplished Birder's Guide to Overcoming Rejection," Last Drink Bird Head, edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer
  • "Another Night With the Henriksens," Player's Theater Halloween One-Act Festival NYC 2008
  • "Hating the Lovers," and "Pipe Down!" Geez Magazine: Thirty Sermons You Would Never Hear in Church
  • "Beth/slash/Nathan," Paper Fruit Blogiversary Contest

Saturday, August 04, 2007

talking to Peter in the San Diego Airport, palm trees outside


Peter told me not to come back to Philadelphia.
"It's not here any more," he said.

I was waiting to get on the plane, and getting a last look at the palm trees and white haze of San Diego out the window.

"Then where are you now?" I said.

"Tulsa," he said. "Calls are being rerouted to Tulsa. The Philadelphia Underground is in Tulsa. Philly's gone."

"What did you guys do with it?"

"We blew it up. They put this glass dome over it. Like the ultimate gated community. You couldn't get in or out of Center City. We just got frustrated, so, you know..."
"It's lucky you told me this before I got on the plane," I said.

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