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Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Reading Gilbert Hernandez's Palomar (a collection of 13 years of his comics from Love & Rockets) made me rethink my feelings about small-town life. Life in Palomar seems so simple, supportive, intimate, and human -- all the things city life supposedly isn't. Of course, Palomar is also fictional, but it rings true: the gossip, the incest, the town drunks, the multigenerational patterns and extended families, the poverty, the sense of community, the guy selling shoes out of a wheelbarrow for two cents apiece, the passions and jealousies incubated in a bell jar of boredom and monotony. It all seemed very cute for a moment or two.
But I've read other books, too, and I've talked to people who come from small towns, and I even spent four years in small-town Ohio. All evidence points to the fact that small-town life is miserable, depressing, and dead-endsville. Also that small town people hate hate hate it, even though they exhibit some kind of knee-jerk defensive pride if challenged, which is probably a reflex left over from high-school sports rivalries. HIGH SCHOOL SPORTS. Oh my god. Is that not a perfect example of Small Town Stupidity (STS)? I love city life, so I ended my reverie, went to the 24-hour bodega and bought some crack pipes, and rode the subway at 3am to the Japanese bookstore to buy some tentacle porn to give to my favorite tranny hooker over by the river. I've been thinking about going on a vacation to Europe this summer, because a) everybody thinks about going to Europe for vacation, b) New York in summer is hella hot, bwah (see the posts of any New York blog from last August) and maybe a week in Scandinavia or something would involve slightly less ass sweat, and c) I have so many vacation days that I can't afford to use that if I'm not careful I'll have to take a forced sabbatical. I'm really curious about the world's opinion of America right now, and instead of reading about it on the InTerWeb, I'd like to talk to actual world-people in person, and see if I can get them to divulge their feelings about my country and its policies! "Hello, Hans, I'm from America, what do you think of me?" which BTW a lot of non-Americans hate it when you refer to the U.S. as "America," because they pretend that it slights Canada, Mexico, and South and Central America, but the whole rest of the world slights 'em anyway (except when criticizing Americans, who BTW they have no problem calling "Americans" with a sneery face and eye-roll). Anne has invited me to play a gig in the Czech Republic. Several Germans deserve a visit. My Danish friends have all left Denmark, which does not speak highly of the country I guess, and it means that I wouldn't have a place to stay except maybe with that crazy junkie I met while I was playing guitar on the street for kroner. Eep. I just used foreign currency in a familiar sense on my blog. That sucks. Ask me about the crazy junkie and I'll tell you how many Danish laws I watched him break while I was hanging out with him. 0 comments |
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