Yesterday we went to Disneyland. Twice. Well, sort of. Okay, we didn’t actually go to Disneyland. But it felt like we did. Twice
Yesterday was day two of our road trip down the Cali coast, and our rent-a-car minivan brought us to Hearst Castle and there’s nothing I can say about it other than holy fucking hell. On past vacations, I’ve been to castles in both Scotland and France. In England, I toured Buckingham Palace. And Hearst Castle is the most “Fuck you I’m rich” thing I’ve ever seen.
Sand is one of those things you both love and hate. On the one hand, it feels so nice nestled between your toes. It’s like if a pillor exploded into a billion tiny grains. On the other hand, it’s so unpleasant to walk on. The feel of it is nice, but it’s just so uneven and mushy that it’s really uncomfortable to walk a fair distance on.
But brush aside all the sand mounds on the bead and you get to the rock and gravel, and by God that would be much less pleasant to step on.
And that is the horrible analogy I’m using to describe this California journey: brushing aside all the sand to get to the rock center of the Golden State.
Something that stuck out at me this past week was the primary victory speech of Republican Congressman Justin Amash. He defeated his GOP opponent and, in his speech, not only refused to accept his opponent’s concession, but he called his opponent’s attacks on him despicable and said he should apologize straight away. There were lots of mixed reactions. Some thought it inappropriate, some thought it rude, and a couple of talking heads said it was “bad for America” for some reason. Bullcrap.
Let me preface this by saying I have nothing against bacon. I’ve tried bacon. It’s okay, I guess. (Though I once tried a pastry someone made with bacon and it was an unpleasant combination taste.) And I know taking this position is contrary to what the internet masses would say, but I just don’t get this fascination with bacon.
I find the idea of living “off the grid” an interesting one. I know at least one person who’s told me aloud it sounds like a pleasant idea for the future. I personally wouldn’t be inclined to opt out of this plugged-in global society of ours, for a number of reasons; chief amongst them being: how?
Is it feasibly possible to actually go “off the grid” for real?
There are certain behaviors that, after a certain age, seem just weird. Trick-or-treating when you’re 27 is weird. Going on a merry-go-round if you’re 41 and you’re by yourself is weird. Hell, just being 18 and playing in the jungle gym is weird. But for most people, it’s never quite clear exactly when these behaviors start being weird.