Category Archives: Miscellanea

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Bleak places

This list is prompted by a long road trip I recently took. While driving I endured several of the places listed below. These are the most dehumanizing, soul-crushing, depressing or bleak places that I believe we’ve created for ourselves in the modern world. Enjoy!

  • Traffic jams – sometimes far removed from recognizable human habitats, highways can be a trap in which you have little chance to avoid the traffic jam. Then it’s just sit and wait with everyone else who’s packaged conveniently in their own metal box.
  • Highway rest stops – Once you can get off the highway, these cardboard-cutout locations are designed to get you back on the road fast (for the next traffic jam). The less time spent in the food court setting, or waste-filled washrooms the better.
  • Food courts – Worse than individual fast-food feeding pens, these places have all the crappy eateries you could want in one place. Featuring the charm of mass produced “food”, and sullen teen staff, here is where the joy of eating goes to die. 
  • Medical or government waiting rooms – Designed specifically to suck the life from you. If you doubt me, look at any of the other rotting corpses around you. Their dead eyes are mirrors of yours. These rooms are like prisons without bars, but frequently torture you with ancient periodicals, soft music or local radio banalities.
  • Any sort of queue – Populated, by surly, impatient people and seething with frustration, queues are even better if you get to queue in some sort of waiting area, like a government office. 
  • Airports, train station and bus station waiting areas – Nothing starts or ends a trip with more joy than spending time in an public transit hub (after you spent time waiting in line for security) with people who might smell (as much as you do), and with kids who aren’t yours, before being packed into your public transit mode of choice. Welcome to steerage.
  • Cubicles – the factory line of the information economy, these have all the charm of veal fattening pens, as Scott Adams once said.

A break in the action

We had a bit of a family medical emergency here and so my attention has been elsewhere lately.

Also been very much enjoying Leviathan Wakes. I’m right in the heart of it now, and it’s pushed aside some of my other reading.

Shoes for the apocalypse

When the apocalypse comes, I’ve got the shoes for it; a pair of Wolverines. I’ve had them now for about 7 years and they show no signs of wearing out. I’ll be striding across our post-nuclear, or post-zombie, or post-nuclear zombie wasteland for years to come, because these things simply will not wear out. I have trouble justifying new shoes, because when I look down, there are my Wolverines, still together and hole-free. I’ve replaced their laces several times, but the soles still have lots of tread, and the leather uppers, though broken in are far from broken down.

This is not a paid advertisment for the company. I have no affiliation with them. I’m just very satisfied with their product, and plan to buy another pair when these ones eventually wear down. It’s rare in these Made-in-China days to have something that’s so durable.