washington d.c is only 2 1/2 hours from nyc on the train.
that’s close, especially now that we measure distance in travel time.
no one ever says, ‘oh, that’s _____ miles from here’, instead they say, ‘oh, that’s
2 hours from here’.
and so on.
and it’s qualitative/quantitative distance/travel-time.
2 1/2 hours on the train is nice. 2 1/2 hours stuck in traffic on i-95 is awful.
although the drive to d.c from nyc is about 5 hours.
which blows.
i was in d.c for the animal rights 2006 conference. i was given an award.
which is nice.
but i’m just a diletante(even if i can’t spell ‘diletante’. the double consonants always screw me up), and the awards really should go to the people who work on animal rights day in and day out.
one thing i’ve learned from my time in the animal rights community…animal rights activists
like to stay up late.
i’m tired today.
i like d.c.
it’s a swamp, and once the ice-caps melt it’ll be under 10 feet of water, but it’s an interesting place.
although i have to say that i’ve pretty consistently had some really bad food in d.c.
like, really, really bad food.
almost as if people have gone out of their way to make bad food.
but who wants to listen to me complain.
and d.c does have great vegan baked goods.
just not so great in the regular vegan food department.
i’m very sleepy, did i mention that?
did i mention that one of my guilty pleasures is to buy 200 magazines before i get on the train and skim them all in the 2 1/2 hours it takes to get to d.c?
no, i didn’t mention that.
so i just did.
mention that.
nice, simple magazines with pretty pictures. they’re very soothing. they somehow
make it seem as if all is right with the world, especially if they feature pictures of nice
houses and rooms.
i know, i’m a simpleton.
oh, 9pm, time for bed.
-moby
