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Mar. 2nd, 2020 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kingtycoonWhat even is happening though?
Let's see - I went to Minneapolis a couple of weeks ago to study up on being a better DBA - that was productive & good but it also made me feel a type of way. In Minneapolis it's very midwestern, in a way that CLV is not - I was commenting about how the bar on top of the hotel I stayed at had the best food & two DJ's both dressed only half ironically as farmers. Everyone there comparing the city to Chicago. Midwestern. I liked it fine & everyone was saying that the thing to do there was to go to the Mall. Cause of how they have the big one. I just stayed on the same street going from hotel to school each day up & down South Washington & didn't mind at all. But I thought- if someone came here, to come here - I'd say, well? I guess the Rock Hall? Go there? I probably wouldn't suggest that actually -but I bet most people would. It's just okay.
What's best in CLV? Maybe Werner Swayze - go to the roof. Probably Lakeview & definitely the CMA & probably just all the parts of my neighborhood I like. When Eric Andre came to town he got milkshakes where I get milkshakes & where everyone trying to be president gets milkshakes. Probably the market too. I like it fine here, but it could be better.
This week, I've been sick - like nonstop for a week, more than a week - weird/bad low-grade flu, just brought low but not fully crushed. My mentality is a mixture of sinus pressure & cold-medicine haze & the dreary broken judgement that causes one to regard their present state as the permanent & eternal one. Like, I vaguely recall being well, I have some small idea that I might again be well - but also, it seems like - well, this is the permanent & eternal state of things -this is what has always been, or this is age & decline & what will be from now on. Sickness heading toward the grave.
But it'll pass or get shaken. At work on friday a pompous old man wanted to tell me a LOT about protestant evangelism in a way that... My god, my eyes rolled back in my head like cartoon pull shades - like slot machine wheels. I, being antagonized & having had enough, let loose on him & I think generally held up the old disciplines of post-christian militancy & stern rejection of shameful ideals. Stern.
But it's weird as hell to have that shenanigan in your life. How are people like this? Why are they allowed to prosper? I get displeased.
Let's see - I went to Minneapolis a couple of weeks ago to study up on being a better DBA - that was productive & good but it also made me feel a type of way. In Minneapolis it's very midwestern, in a way that CLV is not - I was commenting about how the bar on top of the hotel I stayed at had the best food & two DJ's both dressed only half ironically as farmers. Everyone there comparing the city to Chicago. Midwestern. I liked it fine & everyone was saying that the thing to do there was to go to the Mall. Cause of how they have the big one. I just stayed on the same street going from hotel to school each day up & down South Washington & didn't mind at all. But I thought- if someone came here, to come here - I'd say, well? I guess the Rock Hall? Go there? I probably wouldn't suggest that actually -but I bet most people would. It's just okay.
What's best in CLV? Maybe Werner Swayze - go to the roof. Probably Lakeview & definitely the CMA & probably just all the parts of my neighborhood I like. When Eric Andre came to town he got milkshakes where I get milkshakes & where everyone trying to be president gets milkshakes. Probably the market too. I like it fine here, but it could be better.
This week, I've been sick - like nonstop for a week, more than a week - weird/bad low-grade flu, just brought low but not fully crushed. My mentality is a mixture of sinus pressure & cold-medicine haze & the dreary broken judgement that causes one to regard their present state as the permanent & eternal one. Like, I vaguely recall being well, I have some small idea that I might again be well - but also, it seems like - well, this is the permanent & eternal state of things -this is what has always been, or this is age & decline & what will be from now on. Sickness heading toward the grave.
But it'll pass or get shaken. At work on friday a pompous old man wanted to tell me a LOT about protestant evangelism in a way that... My god, my eyes rolled back in my head like cartoon pull shades - like slot machine wheels. I, being antagonized & having had enough, let loose on him & I think generally held up the old disciplines of post-christian militancy & stern rejection of shameful ideals. Stern.
But it's weird as hell to have that shenanigan in your life. How are people like this? Why are they allowed to prosper? I get displeased.
