More about No Interest in Traveling

I'm certainly not against traveling (I went to a Jamacian resort this winter and got "crunked" which was "sweet") I just don't think if I was about to plummet to my doom down a crevass that spontaneously opened in the earth revealing the magma beneath I would shout, "I never got to see Paris!" (except with some other city than Paris because I have been to Paris). Rather, I think I would lament not being drunk at the time, or not having gotten one more opportunity to masturbate in. Actually, I have thought numerous times since being "employed" that one of the most depressing things I could think of is dying on my way home from a full day of work, because that would mean I spent the last 9 hours of my life working, rather than doing something I liked. But that is just one of the hazards of life I suppose, that sometimes you have to invest in order to get returns, and sometimes you go out at the bottom of a downswing. I suppose the most conservative plan would be to always be drunk at work just to be safe (or masturbate constantly), but I guess I am just the sort of person that throws that kind of caution to the wind.

Good Movie Dialogue

It's kind of embarrassing but...

Go ahead.

I had a dream about this place.

Oh boy.

You see what I mean...

Okay, so you had a dream about this place. Tell me.

Well ... it's the second one I've had, but they were both the same......they start out that I'm in here but it's not day or night. It's kinda half night, but it looks just like this except for the light, but I'm scared like I can't tell ya. Of all people you're standing right over there by that counter. You're in both dreams and you're scared. I get even more frightened when I see how afraid you are and then I realize what it is - there's a man...in back of this place. He's the one ... he's the one that's doing it. I can see him through the wall. I can see his face and I hope I never see that face ever outside a dream... That's it.

So, you came to see if he's out there?

To get rid of this god-awful feeling.

No Interest to Travel

I know it makes me a bad privledged upper-middle classer and a bad Grinnell kid but besides all that is it weird that I have almost no interest in traveling anywhere in the world? I mean, why the fuck would I want to hire a seat in a plane to fly me halfway around the earth? Fly over all that water and shit. Humans don't fly, they walk. Maybe it is because this country is strange enough for me that I have no interest in trying another country that will be just as weird but I won't understand what they say. I read all these plans about people going to every place in the world I could imagine, but I just don't really see the attraction. Frankly, it sounds hard and expensive and alot of work just to come back again in a week/month/year. It's not like I've never been anywhere either. I've been lots of places, and yeah they are all different, but I mean its just somewhere else. "Exotic", "culture", "unique", etc don't really describe anything, because wherever you could go in the world somebody else has probably lived their entire life there and would like to leave as much as you would like to go there. I think it might have something to do with the fact that people never look at the ground or the sky when they walk, or even where they are going alot of the time. I think if it came down to it I wouldn't mind having a house and spending the rest of my life exploring every inch of ground, building, and sky between there and the nearest park. How many of you have been all those places, huh? I'll send you a fucking postcard.

Invasion of Lebanon

Keep checking Seige of Lebanon and Electronic Lebanon because at this point I'd just be copying everything from them.