The Long Night Home
So... those who've known me long enough might find this amusing.
"I like riding Greyhound. Over the last eight years, I figure I've ridden at least a hundred thousand miles on greyhound. In total, about four solid months of my life have been spent cooped up in their buses. I would consider it my home away from home, if only I had a home. What I like most about Greyhound, is how long it takes to get anywhere on the bus. Airline passengers love to complain about the five excruciatingly long hours it takes to get from coast to coast. But on the bus, that same distance takes about three full days to cover, which is what I think is about the perfect amount of time for it. And unlike airplane flights, no movies are shown on greyhound, no headsets are handed out, no free magazine available, no waitresses force bags of peanuts on you every five minutes. On the bus, the passengers are largely left alone with their thoughts.
I have this theory about people who ride greyhound, about, as we sit on the bus for hours and days, waiting to reach our destination, we travel in what I call, a transitional state. Thinking about where we're coming from and where we're going to. I know I do, and from my talking to other people on the bus, I know many others do as well. ..."
Garland's amnesia of Travel, Travel time, a paper I wrote in Australia that got the highest mark in the class, along with a comment that it in no way showed any anthropological skill at all, the Long Night Home...
I like his description of it, as well as the dilemma he addresses in researching it.
(work listening)
"I like riding Greyhound. Over the last eight years, I figure I've ridden at least a hundred thousand miles on greyhound. In total, about four solid months of my life have been spent cooped up in their buses. I would consider it my home away from home, if only I had a home. What I like most about Greyhound, is how long it takes to get anywhere on the bus. Airline passengers love to complain about the five excruciatingly long hours it takes to get from coast to coast. But on the bus, that same distance takes about three full days to cover, which is what I think is about the perfect amount of time for it. And unlike airplane flights, no movies are shown on greyhound, no headsets are handed out, no free magazine available, no waitresses force bags of peanuts on you every five minutes. On the bus, the passengers are largely left alone with their thoughts.
I have this theory about people who ride greyhound, about, as we sit on the bus for hours and days, waiting to reach our destination, we travel in what I call, a transitional state. Thinking about where we're coming from and where we're going to. I know I do, and from my talking to other people on the bus, I know many others do as well. ..."
Garland's amnesia of Travel, Travel time, a paper I wrote in Australia that got the highest mark in the class, along with a comment that it in no way showed any anthropological skill at all, the Long Night Home...
I like his description of it, as well as the dilemma he addresses in researching it.
(work listening)