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Tweets from the road on 2009-01-24

  • art and aliens in the southwest! – day 6 update on http://www.jennbove.com #
  • The fog is lifting over the desert and it’s time to drive on to SF. Eep! #
  • “Le monde entier est un cactus. Il est impossible de s’asseoir.” (Dutronc, and me…at full volume) #
  • Apparently talking so fast I’m incomprehensible. It’s going to take me weeks to decaffinate. #
  • Speeding ticket = buzzkill #
  • <175 miles to San Francisco #
  • East bay traffic…. #
  • Stopping in Oakland to wash 12 states worth of dirt off my poor little car. #
  • HELLO SAN FRANCISCO. #
  • I don’t know what I would do without @trixiepeacone and @onlyinthrees. #

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SF Prologue: day 8

Here we are on our last day of driving. We started out early this morning, leaving Needles and the desert shortly after 8am. Pretty sure we’re still a bit buzzed from last night’s redbull — we’ve been called punch drunk twice by friends on the phone. Just having a really good time still, and sorry to see it end. We’ve travelled over 4000 miles through 12 states and visited 8 cities along the way. We almost managed the whole trip without a speeding ticket, but it wasn’t in the cards. J got pulled over in Mojave for 88mph, fine to be determined. We never found string ties, line dancing or mechanical bulls. Do they have those in San Francisco?

SF Prologue: day 7

We slept in Roswell on Thursday night, and we don’t think we were abducted by aliens (no nose bleeds). To try and fix that, we set off for the UFO museum downtown. Wow. What can we say. You have to visit yourselves to appreciate the “love” they put into the exhibits, diaramas and paper mâché objects with flashing lights. Helping to interpret the timeline of the Roswell incident was one dedicated and knowledgeable enthusiast EJ. After he pointed out the most interesting parts of the story to us we asked him to take a look at our UFO. He assured us that it was of “earth technology” but of assuredly of suspicious use. He suggested that the adjacent research library would be very interested in our finding a “dirigible” (blimp? J having a fit: “it’s not a blimp! It’s an airship!”) with no markings that was painted to match the clouds. He also saw our photo of Prada Marfa (see previous post)– “ooh what’s that?” “It’s an art installation in the desert” “Was it near the dirigible? It’s most likely the entrance to an underground secret base!” So there you go, folks. Prada Marfa, not as innocent as it seemed. Our mystery explained, we headed out of Roswell toward California.

The rest of day 7 was spent in the car, music listening punctuated by caffeine breaks, a bit of rain and fog, and a new time zone. Hello pacific standard time and the Mojave Desert. We stopped in Needles CA, just over the Arizona border, which seems to exist for soley that purpose. On our way into CA we had to cross border control and answer for any fruits and nuts in the car. Curious! After a bite to eat at thr adjacent cafe, we retired to our motel. We couldn’t find line dancing.

Lights out 12am
3 states, 750 miles
Alarms set for 630am.

SF Prologue: days 5 & 6

Day 5, part 2: the paranormal

When we left you last on Wednesday eve we were on our way to Marfa, Texas. We thought that would be the end of our story for day 5, but we were wrong. So wrong. Upon arriving in Marfa, a convenience store clerk asked us if we were there to see the Marfa lights. The Marfa lights? The Ghost lights. Ghost lights?? We turned around and drove 8 miles back East of Marfa to investigate.  Cue Scooby Doo Episode # 34. We stopped at the “Mystery Lights Viewing Area,” and it was dark, dark, darker than you could possibly imagine. And deserted. No people, no cars, no nothing — this has become a theme on our trip.  There were so many stars in the sky — more than we’d ever seen — that they felt smothering. The lights:  basketball-sized orbs hovering waist high, moving around, appearing and disappearing, etc. They were far enough in the distance that they didn’t look menacing, but regardless we were afraid to get out of the car. Did we mention it was dark and deserted? We did venture out (for maybe 5 minutes) to get a better view. We watched the Marfa lights come and go and move around at strange speeds and odd angles until we looked at each other, nodded, ran back to the car, and locked the doors. We were spooked. Mission accomplished, we headed to town to find our hotel. The Thunderbird’s refreshingly modern rooms were a warm welcome for our tired bones and we drifted off to sleep dreaming of the next day’s half-day driving break and wondering what the town looked like in daylight.

Lights out, 1230am
One very wide state, but 600 miles
Alarms set for 7am.

Day 6

J awoke before J to snap a few photos of the sunrise from the hotel door. (It was surprisingly cold out at that hour.) After breakfast at the local cafe we headed over to the Chinati Foundation for our half day of art. Before the tour started, our amazing tourguide Erin the intern reminded J of the basics of knitting so that she could resume her waylaid car project. The first stop of the morning was by far our favorite — Donald Judd’s 100 Untitled Works in Milled Aluminum. The space was incredible and the light spectacular. Highly recommend.

At lunch we stopped by Robert Arber’s print shop. Arber was Donald Judd’s print maker in Marfa, and he and his wife continue to produce work for past and present Chinati artists. While there we met Canadian artist and sculptor David Rabinowitch, there to hand color monoprints inspired by William Blake, which were printed in Arber’s studio. He took a liking to J and gave her his phone number so that they could meet up back in New York (adventure to be continued…) Our lunch from Food Shark was ordered to go, and we rushed back to Chinati for a self-guided hike to Judd’s unfinished metal buildings and “Non-site specific,” works by recent artist-in-residence Eric Gonrich. The afternoon tour featured a lots of Dan Flavin’s trademark florescent lights, as well as other smaller works. Not as cool as the morning session, but the surroundings and our great tour guide made the afternoon well worth our time. We eventually got around to eating lunch, which we enjoyed sitting by the Thunderbird’s swanky pool. We were tempted to stay in Marfa another night to play bingo and look for dancing in the neighboring town with the people we’d met. Marfa’s residents seemed to be intellectually curious and creative folks, the types we’d like to hang out with. But we had a date with Roswell, and 6 more hours to drive.

So off we went. About 60 miles west of town we came across two sites unexpected: #1 – we saw a UFO! It was cool, it was big, it wasn’t moving. We took pictures to show the folks in Roswell. #2 – Prada Marfa. A Prada boutique, complete with handbags and shoes, with no sales counter and no entrance. So surreal, oh how we love art. Entering New Mexico, we crossed into mountain time — an extra hour in the hot tub! When we arrived in Roswell we made a b line for some Mexican take out and spent an hour in the hotel whirlpool. We slept extremely well. No nightlife in Roswell, and they didn’t have any decent beer. Although it seems beer with tomato juice is popular here.

Lights out 12am
2 states, 270 miles
Alarms set for 7:30am.

Tweets from the road on 2009-01-23

  • Free hotel breakfast has Golden Grahams. Score! #
  • The mc donalds in Roswell looks like a spaceship. #
  • The Roswell. UFO museum could really use some exhibition/information design. #
  • OH: “…and a touchscreen!” -@trixiepeacone (see prev) #
  • As far as I can tell, the first UFO was the wreckage from a kite. #
  • OH: “the people here are so nice it’s sick.” #Roswell #
  • Blast off Roswell. Destination. San Francisco. #
  • Sneak preview of Jeannine’s new record – it rocks! #
  • JMD doesn’t want to get to San Francisco. She wants to keep driving forever, or at least until Feb. #
  • Recession hits the Arizona desert — meteorites 50% off. #
  • WordPress mobile just ate my blog post. #
  • @mulegirl ooh what’s that about? #
  • Eureka! California! #
  • Since when is tomato beer a thing? #
  • Carded at Juicy’s Famous River Cafe. #
  • Eureka! California! #
  • My stuff finally arrived at the cottage. Only thing missing: legs of couch. #

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Day 6: our route so far

Tweets from the road on 2009-01-22

  • sunrise over the thunderbird hotel #
  • my friends in the foreign service have a new boss! #
  • The Chinati foundation barracks were once a German POW camp #
  • Drinking a beer on the steps of a gallery in southwest Texas, trying to sort out the transfer of keys in San Francisco. #
  • OH: “seems like the people here are really well selected” (about the residents of Marfa, pop. 2000) #
  • Tour #2: flourescents, frogs and invisible art. #
  • Trying to motivate toward next leg of trip. Tomtom says 7 hrs, google directions 5. Who to believe? #
  • Jeannine’s spotted a UFO! http://twitpic.com/15yif #
  • Dear friends, go forth and use Plinky. Live today!! http://www.plinky.com #
  • Prada Marfa
    http://bit.ly/25bbgB
    http://twitpic.com/15yp7 #
  • We are officially in the middle of nowhere. #
  • The little scion that could is having trouble with the mountain range we’ve hit. 50mph with the pedal to the floor. #
  • Roswell, New Mexico. Aliens, beware. #
  • finally downloaded my dopplr report for 2008. great work, @DopplrHQ ! So cool! #
  • sometimes the internets make me queasy #

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Day 5: our route so far

SF Prologue: day 5

Important plans – we are girls, after all. After days of driving, we decided we deserved at least 2 hours of indulgence, so before we left New Orleans we booked ourselves into a spa in Houston. We had 9am facials to get to so we were out the door shortly after 8. Our trip to Trellis spa included facials, steam room, whirlpool, floating pool, cantaloupe juice, cucumber lime juice, fireplace, thick robes and berries. Difficult to extract ourselves after only 2 hours, but refreshed and relaxed, we hopped back in our old pal the XA and set off again.

We’ve been in the car more or less since noon and we’ve got 10 miles to go to get to Martha, Texas. We’ve crossed a hell of a lot of Texas today, mostly at around 100 mph. We’ve heard Trio, TV Personalities, the Primitives, Journey, and John Denver (see above), and lots of “This American Life.” The long of the day is the Primitives’ “Crash”  As we’ve been writing we saw a coyote or a fox and J hit a mouse. She’s not happy about that. We’re looking forward to landing at the Thunderbird hotel in a few, and visiting the Chinati Foundation tomorrow.

SF Prologue: day 4 – inauguration!

Obama Fever. Obama Fever. Obama Fever.

If we weren’t staying in such a crappy hotel we would have stayed in our beds glued to CNN, but as it was we packed up early and set out toward an unknown destination. Again, making the mistake of thinking we were in New York, we headed for a bar to watch inauguration. This proved more difficult than we’d hoped (granted, it was 10am). We spent quite a while searching for a place with a TV that was open. The low point in our search was hit when the Absynthe House, open, empty, and TV’d, refused to turn on the sound because they’re “only aloud have the sound on for football.” Anyway, we eventually found a place, and made it our own. We had only 10 minutes to spare, but we ordered our bloody marys and champagne, thusly started a trend. You can imagine the rest — similar to scenes throughout the US –  lots of cheers and tears, plus a round of applause as the helicopter lifted the Bush family out of Washington.

After a bit of bar hopping and a disappointing lunch we longed for a couch and a fireplace. We settled for the lobby of a hotel unknown, and after few minutes’ rest and sorting of the next day’s events, we decided it was time to move on.  At this point the red bulls we’d bought on Sunday came in handy, as it was 4pm and we had 5 or so hours to go to get to our next destination.

We spent a lot of the drive listening to NPR, we listened to a replay of Barack’s inauguration speech once more, holding on to the great feeling of a fresh start. Eight years is a long time to be embarrassed of your country.

We arrived in Houston shortly before 10pm.  On our way in we heard the song of the day, “Heart of Glass” by Blondie. Our hotel was in a mall, but despite that fact was nicer than we’d expected. We had to eat dinner at the Cheesecake factory though — again not easy to find food after 10pm in places not NYC. We’re learning, slowly.

We settled in for the night watching the Obamas dance their many dances, J trying to bite her lip about Michelle’s dress – she was not  the fan that the critics were.

Lights out, 1am. 2 states, 400 miles.
Alarms set, 7am.



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