[Disclaimer: I may or may not mean any of this. This post is to document my “make-fun-of-everything” –> “realize I am closed-minded” process.] So, here I am in a Super 8 in Coralville, Iowa. Coralville is a town right on top of Iowa City (Ryan likes to say that it’s sort of like how Emeryville… Continue reading In which I reveal how closed-minded I am