The flight from NYC to Denver is about 3.5 hours, so I had plenty of opportunities to look out the window of the plane. From what I understand, driving across the middle of the country is incredibly boring; it certainly looked that way from the air, as there was nothing but huge gridlines encompassing acres and acres of nothingness. And it occured to me that the electoral map is misleading, to a certain degree; the middle of the country might all be "red states", and from the map's perspective it looks overwhelming, but from my vantage point 35,000 feet in the air, the middle of the country is fucking EMPTY. I don't know how to compute the size of the land I was able to see from my plane window, but from Ohio to Nebraska the average view was something like 80 squares of crops, and houses on maybe 10 of them - and, I mean, individual houses, not towns. I guess I sorta knew all this, but I'd never actually seen it before, and it kinda blew my mind a bit.
The flight from NYC to Denver is about 3.5 hours, so I had plenty of opportunities to look out the window of the plane. From what I understand, driving across the middle of the country is incredibly boring; it certainly looked that way from the air, as there was nothing but huge gridlines encompassing acres and acres of nothingness. And it occured to me that the electoral map is misleading, to a certain degree; the middle of the country might all be "red states", and from the map's perspective it looks overwhelming, but from my vantage point 35,000 feet in the air, the middle of the country is fucking EMPTY. I don't know how to compute the size of the land I was able to see from my plane window, but from Ohio to Nebraska the average view was something like 80 squares of crops, and houses on maybe 10 of them - and, I mean, individual houses, not towns. I guess I sorta knew all this, but I'd never actually seen it before, and it kinda blew my mind a bit.
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Farewell, LJ
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
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Catching up
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
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Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…
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