Marc
"It is I, Idris Arslanian, wearing a rayon handkerchief as a blindfold over my features. I am disoriented and wishing badly for a lavatory. Wondering also what is ensuing inside the weight room, where Schacht alleges you are all watching Doucette weep in clinical depression." -Infinite Jest, pg.569
I look like a stupid gimp sporting this fucked-up limp. Basically, I ended up tearing a very decent sized portion of skin off my BigLeftToe, MySecondSmallestLeftToe, MyHeelOnMyRightAnkle, scratches all over the bottoms of my feet, and a blotch of junk off my right wrist. All b/c my washer was broke. Stupid college rentals. Tonight marks the first time I've been passed in an airport, by multiple people. Oh well. Just cause I'm slow, doesn't mean they need to be slow as well. I passed most of them on the freeway up there (and down here) anyways, so I'll call it fair, and they can call it square.
SQUARE!
Salt Lake City
Aesthetically, this is a beautiful city, though they've pretty much destroyed their grid in lieu of the oncoming Olympics (road construction and whatnot). Lots of grand looking old buildings, with beautiful architecture, even what looked like a snazzy old downtown area. No street names, which is seriously messing with my Midwestern sense of immortalizing dead presidents, and local dignitaries. They did have a "Martin Luther King" road of some sort, which makes me think that this town has its moral cap on. Way to go SLC.
The only thing I'll hold against Utah is the fact that their beer is weak.
Bought my first Green Day album since high school, and I fricking love it to dooth.
"It is I, Idris Arslanian, wearing a rayon handkerchief as a blindfold over my features. I am disoriented and wishing badly for a lavatory. Wondering also what is ensuing inside the weight room, where Schacht alleges you are all watching Doucette weep in clinical depression." -Infinite Jest, pg.569
I look like a stupid gimp sporting this fucked-up limp. Basically, I ended up tearing a very decent sized portion of skin off my BigLeftToe, MySecondSmallestLeftToe, MyHeelOnMyRightAnkle, scratches all over the bottoms of my feet, and a blotch of junk off my right wrist. All b/c my washer was broke. Stupid college rentals. Tonight marks the first time I've been passed in an airport, by multiple people. Oh well. Just cause I'm slow, doesn't mean they need to be slow as well. I passed most of them on the freeway up there (and down here) anyways, so I'll call it fair, and they can call it square.
SQUARE!
Salt Lake City
Aesthetically, this is a beautiful city, though they've pretty much destroyed their grid in lieu of the oncoming Olympics (road construction and whatnot). Lots of grand looking old buildings, with beautiful architecture, even what looked like a snazzy old downtown area. No street names, which is seriously messing with my Midwestern sense of immortalizing dead presidents, and local dignitaries. They did have a "Martin Luther King" road of some sort, which makes me think that this town has its moral cap on. Way to go SLC.
The only thing I'll hold against Utah is the fact that their beer is weak.
Bought my first Green Day album since high school, and I fricking love it to dooth.
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