I'm back from my-- to borrow a favorite term from the The Bachelor/ Bachelorette dynasty-- journey, although mine didn't happen to be emotional, except for the fact that the audiobook of Jon Krakauer's Into The Wild destroyed me for days. It was more a literal trip. In a car. To Arkansas. And because this was my first time to the South, since I guess you're not allowed to count Austin, people kept warning me about how "they do things different down there." So I was expecting some real American exoticism, some cheese thrown on top of dishes that I'd never imagined could go with cheese, but it turns out that things really aren't so unlike how they are out West.