There are many travel blogs out there . . .
A lot of them will tell you about what it’s like to walk off a plane into some remote culture. The bliss that comes with eating fresh coconut on a beautiful beach in the Caribbean. You will read these things, and you will feel jealous. Wanderlust, itchy-feet, maybe you will relish their experience because it brings you back. Continue reading
71 planes take off, and 4,500 hamburgers are sold by the McDonald’s Corporation worldwide. All in one minute. Every minute, of every day, of every year.
Fast travel is fast food. There might not be as many flights per minute, the rate of traveling by plane, train, or ship might not have a direct correlation with heart disease and high cholesterol, and traveling isn’t food. Duh. But inasmuch as travel is brain food, nourishment for the soul, fast travel is fast food. It’s clogging our social arteries, ultimately slowing our capacity to connect with other cultures, along with understanding ourselves. Continue reading
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They’re in the fields and parks. It seems strange to see them already. Well I guess it’s about April, but they’ve been here since February. Washington seems pretty far north for a migratory bird running from winter, in the heart of winter. Maybe it’s global warming, or maybe they’re just confused like the rest of us. Shoot, I wouldn’t be in Washington in February if it wasn’t for heaters. I don’t imagine many of the other 3 million in this city would be here either. Then maybe Chief Sealth, his name wasn’t even Seattle you know, maybe he could finally rest in peace. I heard that the native folks from up around here were known to have taken their dug-out boats as far south as present day Los Angeles. Whoeee that’s far for a little podunk tree-trunk of a boat. But I guess they had a good reason. Can’t imagine why, what with the salmon gushing out of the rivers like blood from a wound back then.
I don’t know, but thought you might like to hear that, since this is all about not being about travel, or whatever. Continue reading
Vagrant. Anonymous. 