From Joe Brainard’s “Bolinas Journal,” in The Collected Writings of Joe Brainard.
Who cares if I get anywhere?
The cure for travel anxiety is me saying to myself, “Oh, who cares if I get anywhere?”
Come to think of it, this is also a cure for anxiety when working: “Who cares if I get anywhere?”
Diner diary
One of my favorite things ever is to sit in a diner with a cup of coffee and a notebook and record whatever comes into my head. (See my posts “The magic of diner booths” and “Community and creativity in mundane retail spaces.”)
Diners are especially comforting to me on the road. You spend so much time in motion, it’s nice to sit still and let the world move around you. To catch your breath and catch up with yourself.
The food doesn’t hurt, either. (This is Pam’s Farm House, outside of Raleigh, NC.)
My office for the day
My hotel didn’t have my room ready when I arrived, so the fabulous librarians at the Richmond Public Library let me hang out in their board room and work this afternoon. I like these digs!
How to remember your hotel room number
Here’s a simple travel tip that’s helped me out many times when I’m on tour: Take a photo of your hotel room number.
Optional: Keep a gallery of them on your phone for fun.
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