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syncope at 11:33am on 04/05/2009
syncope at 11:33am on 04/05/2009I think for a while I will continue to use this journal as a space where I blather on about nothing in particular and post fic and fannish junk on my lj. That may change, idk.
Last week I was in Chicago. I really enjoyed myself. I love Chicago even though it's in the Midwest. Don't get all pissed off, Midwesterners. It's a very strange place to me, America if you will. I know that most people think television and film represents California rather than middle America, and I would say that nowadays that is truer than ever, but when I was growing up all I understood was that media presented a world I didn't know at all and I associated that with the middle of the country. This was perhaps more true of English class where we read books about Iowa and poems about broad shoulders and so on. It was all pretty alien to me. I never saw snow until I was 18. I never rode a bus or took public transit in America until I was 17 or 18. Your world was not mine. That's fine, I'm not complaining because I think I got the better end of that deal. I grew up where you vacationed, and that was not a horrible life.
My point is simply that the Midwest has always held a whiff of privileged Americanness that I can't quite access for me. So Chicago appeals. If only it wasn't so fucking cold there. I promised myself when I left Canada that I was done with digging my car out of the snow and wearing four layers to go outside. You do realize there are places where you can go barefoot in January, right? I hate winter! *smash* Anyway, now you're wondering what my problem is. I'm looking for a day job and considering what new insanity I'm going to get up to. Yes, moving again.
Crap, I was going to meditate on that, but now I have to grab a shower so I can meet Bone to see Wolverine.
Last week I was in Chicago. I really enjoyed myself. I love Chicago even though it's in the Midwest. Don't get all pissed off, Midwesterners. It's a very strange place to me, America if you will. I know that most people think television and film represents California rather than middle America, and I would say that nowadays that is truer than ever, but when I was growing up all I understood was that media presented a world I didn't know at all and I associated that with the middle of the country. This was perhaps more true of English class where we read books about Iowa and poems about broad shoulders and so on. It was all pretty alien to me. I never saw snow until I was 18. I never rode a bus or took public transit in America until I was 17 or 18. Your world was not mine. That's fine, I'm not complaining because I think I got the better end of that deal. I grew up where you vacationed, and that was not a horrible life.
My point is simply that the Midwest has always held a whiff of privileged Americanness that I can't quite access for me. So Chicago appeals. If only it wasn't so fucking cold there. I promised myself when I left Canada that I was done with digging my car out of the snow and wearing four layers to go outside. You do realize there are places where you can go barefoot in January, right? I hate winter! *smash* Anyway, now you're wondering what my problem is. I'm looking for a day job and considering what new insanity I'm going to get up to. Yes, moving again.
Crap, I was going to meditate on that, but now I have to grab a shower so I can meet Bone to see Wolverine.
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