What is Up With My Life Right Now edition
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I was in DC yesterday for the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear, and let me tell you, it was far from sane. I honestly do not even know how I ended up as close ("close") as I did, though I would like to probably thank my tiny size and pushing abilities honed over many years of being short and going to general admission concerts. (BITCHES I CAN'T SEE THE STAGE JUMBOTRON, MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY.) I also think that it's really great that on the one hand, I received your obligatory contact high from the crowd (thank you, genuinely, it's been a while), while on the other the group of guys standing behind me were having a rather insightful discussion about NPR. In many ways, I believe this ultimately defines the core message of this rally! Politics at its heart is only sane when it's on the level of those super smart stoners at the end of the dorm hall; the world really would be simpler if they ran things rather than the shout-y douchebags of both parties who live next door.
What else is up with me? Oh right, I was also in London this week. Oh yeah. Guys, I think my spirit animal may have two faces (New York and London). delgaserasca was right - your terrible map aside, I am reminded that the Underground is still perfect. Even when it was a (I imagine) typical Sunday and the Jubilee line decides that no, we weren't going to go to Westminster this morning after all. It turns out that my mother and I are ideal travel partners - or perhaps the worst, depending on your definition. We had grand plans to go on a day trip to Bath! And Things! Yeah, we mostly just walked around a lot, ate in tons of pubs, and had so much to drink my liver feels like it needs to turn itself inside out. But in a good way. I'm still struggling with this notion of what it means to be a tourist/not a tourist. I enjoy your television. There will be a much delayed post about Monday's Spooks shortly after this one (because it's not like the next episode is tomorrow or anything).
It's strange. I could definitely do this on a regular basis: bounce from place to place. Just as long as I had a tiny little room to anchor myself and occasionally recharge in from time to time, I could probably live my entire life traveling to other places. I don't want to own shit. I love traveling. I have been impatient my entire life, and every time I go someplace new it's like I'm calm again and all is right... and then it just starts up again; I must move, I must go. In all fairness, I might actually like being stuck in traffic on I-95 around Baltimore, because it means we're all trying to go somewhere. Our next two trips are a toss-up between New Mexico and Greece, though I suspect New Mexico will win out just on logistics. To be blunt: I want to see shit. I think that might be why I will do anything Jon Stewart tells me to do. It's something new. It's sitting outside a building since 2pm and then getting to experience Barack Obama get elected in a studio with 200+ other people. You know? It's a Thing.
See, speaking of things? Going to the opera on Friday. La Boheme! AWESOME.
What else is up with me? Oh right, I was also in London this week. Oh yeah. Guys, I think my spirit animal may have two faces (New York and London). delgaserasca was right - your terrible map aside, I am reminded that the Underground is still perfect. Even when it was a (I imagine) typical Sunday and the Jubilee line decides that no, we weren't going to go to Westminster this morning after all. It turns out that my mother and I are ideal travel partners - or perhaps the worst, depending on your definition. We had grand plans to go on a day trip to Bath! And Things! Yeah, we mostly just walked around a lot, ate in tons of pubs, and had so much to drink my liver feels like it needs to turn itself inside out. But in a good way. I'm still struggling with this notion of what it means to be a tourist/not a tourist. I enjoy your television. There will be a much delayed post about Monday's Spooks shortly after this one (because it's not like the next episode is tomorrow or anything).
It's strange. I could definitely do this on a regular basis: bounce from place to place. Just as long as I had a tiny little room to anchor myself and occasionally recharge in from time to time, I could probably live my entire life traveling to other places. I don't want to own shit. I love traveling. I have been impatient my entire life, and every time I go someplace new it's like I'm calm again and all is right... and then it just starts up again; I must move, I must go. In all fairness, I might actually like being stuck in traffic on I-95 around Baltimore, because it means we're all trying to go somewhere. Our next two trips are a toss-up between New Mexico and Greece, though I suspect New Mexico will win out just on logistics. To be blunt: I want to see shit. I think that might be why I will do anything Jon Stewart tells me to do. It's something new. It's sitting outside a building since 2pm and then getting to experience Barack Obama get elected in a studio with 200+ other people. You know? It's a Thing.
See, speaking of things? Going to the opera on Friday. La Boheme! AWESOME.