Avid cyclist and reader, Jonathan is no longer having adventures in his secret city. Instead he is spending the first couple weeks of his paid vacation back home in his native archipelago, New York City, with his girlfriend and three cats. Current distractions include listening to The Selecter, Trost, and Louis Jordan, among others.
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This is the end of the tent I'm living in now that I'm back in Secret
City. The tent is some kind of synthetic inside and foam has been
sprayed on the outside either for insulation or for this cool
biomorphic, secret-headquarters effect.
Driving through the lodging area tonight, the new person in the car
pipes up, "Do you want me to roll the window down so we can smell the
cheese and get out of here?" It took me a minute to comprehend, but
after that it was a good rich belly laugh.
It looks a lot more mazelike in the dark.
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