Random gay porn video, circa 1991:
My living room, circa now:
This morning, I was on the phone with someone in a professional context and he started a sentence with “the thing about millenials is…”
I groaned, expecting the usual.
But then he finished it with a comment that was:
- complimentary
- not condescending
- not a glib, stupid generalization.
I instantly liked and respected him for it.
Torture: When you really need to take a piss, but you can’t because you’re dreaming that you’re having a conversation with someone who won’t shut the fuck up long enough for you to excuse yourself.
I’ve been having very vivid dreams lately. I seem to be sleeping really well in general, only waking up once a night (which qualifies as “really well” for me.) I’m not sure if the dreams are a result of all the allergy medications or just of my anxiety about the fact that the country is, you know, falling apart at the hands of a mentally ill cartoon villain.
But the dreams keep coming.
And they’re exhausting.
A running theme in my dreams seems to be that I find myself endlessly walking around large cities, apparently looking for something. I’m usually not alone; I tend to be either with a colleague from work, an old friend I haven’t talked to in years, or an ex. Sometimes my companion turns into someone else over the course of the dream. But we’re always walking.
After several years of observing wandering behavior in dementia patients while visiting my mom, I’ve started wondering about whether there might be a connection. Does my future involve wandering around the nursing home thinking I’m in Manhattan looking for some mysterious something?
I think I need a nap now…
Love that April snow. Maybe I was premature in my depression a while back. Seems the weather will be staying nice for a bit longer.
It’s interesting how so many on the right have suddenly recognized that bullying is a problem now that it’s their primary means of excusing school gun violence rather than just the “innocent teasing” that LGBTQ students and other “snowflakes” were supposed to ignore.
And by “interesting” I mean “typical.”
Except:
- The exposed brick is actually wallpaper.
- The hotel is in in a semi-suburban part of Durham NC.
- It was built in 1985 as a Days Inn.
I hadn’t been to Indianapolis in more than eleven years, and hadn’t spent any appreciable time there in almost twenty, though I had recently updated its profile on that other site. This was a work trip, though, and I saw more of the hotel and the meeting room I was in than anything else, particularly since I had no car.
That said, I did manage to:
- Visit the top of the Soldiers & Sailors Mounument
- See what little bit of the old L.S. Ayres store is still visible in the Carson’s that occupies it for a few more weeks.
- Shop at the trendy new downtown Kroger.
- Find yet another good stop on my own personal Baba Ghanouj Trail.
- Watch TCM. In my living room and my bedroom.
- Learn all kinds of exciting things about distributed digital preservation.
- Have a whole Indianapolis city bus to myself for the last half of my trip to the airport yesterday.
- Avoid all members of the Pence family.
Sadly, I did not manage to:
- See my friend Bob, on whom I still blame the wonder that was the 1997 Planet SOMA U.S. Tour.
- Indulge in anything of a pork tenderloin nature.
- Do any actual research.
An extra bonus was the fact that I was able to avoid snow and ice in the South by travelling to the Midwest. Irony is fun. Maybe the biggest thing, though, was the end of the series of overnight delays that has plagued every single work trip I’ve taken by plane in the past four years. The only glitches were the two-hour delay waiting for a replacement plane in Charlotte and my first encounter with the notorious Gate 35X at DCA.
Off to Durham for another work trip tomorrow. I may not leave the house this weekend.