The People Have Spoken
posted by Norm on January 7th, 2005 • filed under GeneralI would apologize for missing so many posts but doing so would be pretty pointless, so I won’t. The fact is that I have been very busy over break. And lazy. Busy and lazy, a combination sure to destroy relationships and anger mobs of web denizens the world over.
The break itself isn’t actually over as I’m still filling out my last day of work for the week, however since everyone around me is busy freaking out over the latest screw up I’m left with little to do for once. Not that they haven’t asked me , of course – let me assure you that they have, alternating between loud and insistent or plaintive and whiny depending on the particular person doing the asking. I mean, if they wanted to send me to Germany or somewhere else cool like that I might be willing to skip the first few days of class, but they want me to go to Ohio. Again.
It’s not so much that Ohio is a terrible place, at least as mid-western states go, but that the city of Columbus particularly is. Unlike most major cities (which, in retrospect, I suppose Columbus is not) there is no lead up to the city. No suburbs, not even a slowly increasing density of cows. It’s just a few hundred miles of corn suddenly and somewhat alarmingly interrupted by a raised highway that must have been built to look like medieval city walls. This particular highway circles the city, as is often the case with major population centers, and only the lack of a moat and drawbridge retract from the motif.
Of course, once you get inside it’s just a boring collection of moderately tall buildings that quickly give way to dilapidated housing projects that seem to consist of nothing more than concrete porches from which angry looking youth can glare at you with impunity. I would normally glare back, but in the pecking order of visual perches a plastic Saturn automobile ranks far below even a crumbling pile of concrete.
Thus, Columbus is not somewhere I have a burning need to return to, and so my ability to resist repeated attempts to make me go there is greatly bolstered. I mean, these people have a small field containing dozens of sculptures of giant ears of corn. That’s just not right.
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