May 16th, 2004

Warm fuzzies

Oh So Fluffy

"The name was chosen by the fans in the city, taking the name from an episode of The Simpsons where Homer's favorite team, the Springfield Isotopes, threatened to move to Albuquerque."

Y'know, I've thought of Albuquerque as one of my possible "places to retire to" ever since those citymatch quizzes came out (remember the ones that told you to move to some wonderfully boring suburban part of Connecticut or Oregon?) and it came up as the only viable match on the list. But this just makes me smile. Albuquerque, you so crazy.

I still have no idea where I'd like to live for the now, though. I love New York City, and I'm in love with the Hudson River Valley, though I'd like to live somewhere cheaper and well, more midwestern. Becca's always asking me where I want to go, and I'm never sure. I miss Louisville (I was too young to get to know KC), and I kind of idolize my time there (and idealize). I also like living in the middle of fuckall New York (saying "bumblefuck" is so passé) yet still being within three hours' stab of The City. North Jersey's been home this week to the most spectacular lightning storms (again, reminding me of Louisville) that I, in my new digs with the big south-facing windows, have been in the perfect spot to witness. But I can't stay in New Jersey. I'd miss speed limits above 55 mph. I can't do less than 70, you and I both know that. I need fast driving through open spaces, guns and bowhunting supplies, and fishable waters. It's my heritage as a Heartland American.

My bosses were talking about birthday parties this morning, and how hectic they end up being, even when they're your own; what with kids running around and far-flung relatives imposing themselves. I just kicked back in my chair and thought about blowing off the world to go fishing on my birthday. I'd like the freedom to kick back and fish all day long without seeing a soul, peace and quiet just between me and the lake. I wonder if that's out there. I wonder if it's waiting for me.
  • Current Music
    Tom Sawyer (fellow Missourian) in my head
The view from up here

Thinking about Place

I just saw one of those little seed helicopter thingies float up past my window. In my thinking about places, combined with Kermix's thinking about majick, I have been thinking of... well, mystical places. Idiosyncratic locations.

  • Eerie, Indiana - A place where the time does not change, where Gomez Addams runs a majic/joke shop, and where Elvis lives. Eerie was, in my childhood, the first contemporary mystical place I can think of. If you've ever been to Indiana, you know why the land of the Eternal John Cougar Mellencamp album is home to a special type of magic. Not my kind, though. If you don't believe me, the Bottle Rockets (they're from KC!) have a song about it.

  • Cicely, Alaska - I fell in love with Northern Exposure the minute I saw it. Something called to the Shaman in me, even before Ed began his training. The giant fish, One Who Waits, the constantly-shifting time slot; it seemed like nothing was wholly real. Though every day in Cicely seemed magical, I think that it is entirely too cold a climate for me.

  • Mystic, Connecticutt - Mmm, pizza...

  • The American Southwest - Just where is the Lost Highway? People have long romanced the great open space along what used to be Route 66. Homer ran into a coyote who sounded suspiciously like Johnny Cash. Somewhere, Randall "Tex" Cobb is on his unholy patrol of the desert. One of the most sparsely populated areas of the United States, need I say more than "Area 51"?

  • New Orleans, Louisiana - I've actually been to Nawlins, and while it may have been the site of voodoo magic in Marie Laveau's time, it's now a hot, crime-riddled Southern City. Another place great to visit, but not for me to live in.

    I have I forgotten any? I can do a part two if need be.
    • Current Music
      Bottle Rockets - Indianapolis (live)