Working 80 hour weeks and giving up one’s life isn’t
sustainable or satisfying, no matter how much money you’re making.
Travel planned and executed at the last minute always costs
a lot and is rarely satisfying, regardless of the purpose of the travel or the
class of the accommodations.
Graham’s right:
“Another Green World” sounds like music for trans-human Morris dancing.
Dithering can make for good blogging, and even better
tweeting.
The older I get, the more I miss the comforts of home.
The older I get, the more I need to clean house before I
leave for travel.
LCD Soundsystem’s “All I Want” and Brian Eno’s “Over Fire
Island/St. Elmo’s Fire” are written from exactly the same place, 30 years
apart.
I’ve been flying in airplanes for 46 years. Familiarity breeds contempt. First world problems, I know.
For almost 20 years, I’ve bought a copy of Automobile, the
Economist, and Vanity Fair before any flight. It’s been an almost fetishistic ritual. I’ve changed it now, and buy Automobile
and the Harvard Business Review. I
can’t explain why I’ve changed the ritual.
Watching 15 minutes of “Jersey Shore” on the seatback feed
made me feel real shame for humanity and a desire to erase New Jersey from my
experience and family history.
Even at 50, I occasionally amuse myself with the thought of
having children with Graham (minds out of the gutter, people.) I know I’m old enough to be a
grandfather already. I don’t think
I can pull off a Jack Donaghy, and I’m pretty sure that I’d regularly find
myself in a white hot rage dealing with the issues Washington-area parents
regularly deal with.
I’m less and less interested in white tablecloth, full
service restaurants, and more satisfied by imaginative, well prepared food in
modest surroundings. Portland
rocks that trope hard: Kenny and Zuke’s, Bunk Sandwich, Le Pigeon, Beast all come to mind.
My rental car is an SUV. It was cheaper – by far – than a hybrid. Don’t hate me.
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