Monthly Archives: July 2008
oh BOY! good to be back where things are right but the right is wrong — TExas, America, USA, Earth. i had been to georgia before but never to the extent of this past week. it was like the time i went to sleepaway camp at camp seagull in charlevoix MI and purposefully failed my swim test so i could spend more time participating in my favorite camp activity, Waiting For the Mail. my dad wrote me some great letters during that time, though — there was one in particular that i recall. It read: “bruce [willis] and demi [moore] are getting divorced. doesn’t anyone stay together these days?” 1999, everyone.
Well, still in athens, Georgia. In athens, georgia there is a tree that owns itself, but instead of going to see the tree i read about it on wikipedia which seemed like a good way to be green and preserve my energy rather than wasting energy walking around in the sutthern heat. oh wait — humans are supposed to move a lot to expel energy to keep their hearts fit. it’s apartments and cars that supposed to conserve energy by not moving. life is so confusing!
curiously, athens is home some finer points of culture, such as a handful of tropically colored houses, a food co-op with rotten bananas (that is just a fact, it should not reflect poorly on the food co-op which was perfectly quaint and offered some exciting exotic granola bars), one street that looks like europe and a wig shop. it’s not quite mobile, alabama, which is the city of the future (just you wait!), but it has its talking points, most of which i have expressed in the above paragraphs.
Georgia = Indiana
I have to go to Georgia soon for baby’s second business trip. currently i am mentally and physically preparing myself for this trip by taking deep breaths, doing yoga poses and eating raw bulgur. i have also been reflecting on the concept of travel. something i never understood were “travel-sized” items. when I travel i bring with my actual alarm clock and before FAA standards changed, i always brought with a regular bottle of shampoo. why else would luggage companies have invented rolling suitcases if not to accommodate our humble, standard-sized possessions.
You think Joan Didion’s essay “In Bed” is going to be about, you know, but really it’s about migraine headaches. I wish Texas had a beach that wasn’t trashy no offense. Cattails can do wonders for the spirit.