lol whoops.

This is a part of a letter I got this morning from my friend who’s been travelling the world incessantly for 6 months now,

“My advice: Listen to bluegrass, read Annie Dillard, take a hundred long walks in the woods, notice bugs, notice old people, notice immigrants, notice strangers of every kind, LISTEN TO BLUEGRASS and make friends with anyone who loves it. Learn to make Appalachian food. Hang out with friends who will eventually leave to go on to something new but who will want to see you again when you have the money to visit them, because damn it, it is nice to see an old friend who you have a million things to share with. And make them take you out to a bluegrass barn. Learn a language that you won’t get to speak for years because when you see it in airports, you will feel like you’ve come home. Don’t take aspirin too often. Make a fun game of trying to save as much money as you possibly can, even to the point of eating stale bread and sour milk for dinner, and then blow a whole bunch of cash extravagantly on buying black bean burgers for a group of strangers who don’t give a shit about you. And: bluegrass!

I’m looking forward to Christmas, aren’t you?”

Dah. I love Bert.  Amazing human being.