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I love Fall. I love Fall nighttimes. I love listening to Killing Joke’s “Night Time” at 1:30 a.m. on lucid Fall nights while glowing with Guinness and scrambling for words. I love breaking out the old REM vinyl with the windows wide the fuck open and dancing around in flannel and remembering when Michael Stipe was idealistic and admiring the cover of “Document” while the chilled breeze seeps into my hair and fills me with inspiration and all sorts of crazy nostalgia for teenage moments past and reminders of why I love music.

Sorry I’ve been absent - took a week off from work, from the Internet, from the news, from D.C. and the Redneck Across Town. I greeted the first day of Fall sitting on a deck looking into the West Virginia woods, catching up on reading and letting the day flow though my body as the stresses and weights of my life lost their grip and dripped off me.

I continued my dance with Fall in New York City, catching up with old friends and running around the Village taking in the sights, smells, breezes and vibes of a place that never lets you take yourself too seriously while searching for Roman candles.

Being the geek that I am, I decided that I needed to have my first-ever pastrami on rye in New York. Luckily, my friend knew just the place, and I enjoyed the greatest $10.95 sandwich of my life. Yes, I really took a picture of my New York pastrami on rye. What? I refrained from trying a New York egg cream - that’s for the next visit.

I biked along the waterfront from Chelsea to Battery Park, watching the development rise and thinking about taking trapeze lessons. I finally saw Ground Zero for the first time, and chilled a bit with an actual wild turkey wandering around in the park.

New York is perfect in the Fall. My only complaint is I come back seeing D.C. as a stifling prison of uptight futility, a circle jerk of people with way too much money and way too little brain power thinking they can control every aspect of Life and making everyone else suffer for their mediocrity. I’m ready to pack up and go … to a place where rent is even higher and I have no job. Oh, wait - shit. I guess I’ll stay a little longer.

Arrrr

About fucking time, but too little too late.

Something he’s never seen before … Today the National Archives reopened and the Redneck Across Town was there to celebrate the rededication of the Constitution. William Rehnquist was there, too, hailing its creation of an independent judiciary - one free to decide presidential elections for the ignorant masses. I’m glad the Archives are complete again and the Constitution is back on display. But I do want a constitutional expert to go in a study that document line by line … just to make sure nobody changed anything.

Yet another reason why Japan rules.

I have no sympathy whatsoever for Metro. I swear to God, any excuse to not be open and work they jump at. They made me want to buy guns during the snowstorm. They want more fare increases even though they can’t figure out basic ideas such as customer service (sorry I have to interrupt your personal calls, Metro Person, when I have trouble with your crappy-ass Smartrip card at the gate) and no escalator goes more than one month without breaking down. I love waiting 20 minutes for a train in the evening. I love having to rush out of concerts because our subway system doesn’t operate like it’s in a city with nightlife.