Apparently Michigan is a real place. Here's what's going on there.
We landed near Detroit. Big airport. Got a tram. Going up and down elevators. I already hate Michigan.
Oh, and the airport has signs in English and in an Asian language. Random shit or global conspiracy?
Michigan to me: "Is Pepsi okay?" -- No, it's not! And don't call it "pop," either. It's not 1950.
The drive from Detroit to Grand Rapids (or as all the signs in Michigan say: "Gd Rapids." Someone got promoted for that genius idea. And it came to a meeting. And maybe it was unanimous, and everyone said it was great to save three letters per sign).
Anyway, that drive is the most boring, soul crushing experience of your life. Absolutely nothing. Absolutely no hint of the theory that beauty exists elsewhere in the world.
The main street in Grand Rapids is sad. Name a chain restaurant, it's there. And chain store. God, it was awful.
Went to a wedding around there.
At first, everything was cool.
But then, someone got cranky and started hitting me.
So I went outside.
And I looked around, and had to admit it was pretty nice.
In summary: After I don't write for a while, I have the feeling my next post should be amazing, so people would think I've been writing for a week. I'm overwhelmed because I can be judgmental about my blog, and I can't let it become a blog where I'm off for a week and then come back with nothing! And I'm making myself fail, because nothing I write could be at the level of the thoughts in my head (not that there's that much complexity over there).
And you know what's more? A good writer could have taken a long weekend in Hell Hole, Michigan, and make something meaningful come out.
After a week away I can't just write about a book I liked or about my new cellphone, even though I've been thinking about this book for years and even though I want to tell people about the cellphone because I'm so happy to leave Verizon, and if I can't express this happiness in my blog, then the terrorists have already won (actually, they will win on November 4th).
Look at the cute baby!
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