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Monday, 17 April
These Are All The Shapes Utah Could Have Been

Ah, friends, my tens of readers, it is with a heavy heart that I write tonight, for tomorrow . . . tomorrow, I am off. Off to sail the crummy, cramped, smell-other-people's-farts skies with a few hundred of my closest strangers, off to fly to Utah. I will be gone for the week, and so you're just going to have to content yourselves with a deficit of snotty complaining about, uh, everything, for a little while. Sorry about that. This is going to have to hold you.

And I don't even know if my heart is in it tonight. Do we really need yet another bunch of rambling crap about how awful airports are? Is anyone really interested in another jeremiad against airline gouging, or their horrible, alleged food? Does anyone really want to read another unfair, unkind, and ill-informed screed against some innocent city that I happen to spend four days in?

I say: We do.

It's with real anticipation that I await getting to the airport tomorrow, since my flight is on the not-at-all trouble airline Delta. I imagine their employees are going to be so happy! It is indeed fortunate that--assuming I get on my flight all right--I am essentially incapable of staying awake on flights, an attribute which has earned me my wife's enduring resentment. I can't help it--I fall asleep basically right away. It might be a defensive reaction against those particularly insectile male flight attendants, who all seem to resemble David Spade. They creep me out, and I have uneasy dreams about them extruding silk from their vest-concealed spinnerets to encase me before they extract my blood from my wiggling frame. Yes, in my mental world, David Spade is basically a big gay Shelob.

It doesn't help that I'm going to fucking Utah, the boxy state that fails even in its geometric imperative towards Platonic boxiness. This is a state that got out-rhomboided by Wyoming, for Christ's sake. WYOMING! Here's a gerund of a state, which is just pathetic, and yet it eats Utah's Platonic lunch.

And plus, I'm going to Salt Lake City, a Borglike grid of a city dumped down into the desert, and named in honor of a lake that is totally fucked up in the first place. Great Salt Lake? Who asked for that? They couldn't get a lake right? "What a gorgeous lake!" "Yeah, fuck that. It's full of salt." Hanh? Swell. I also can't wait to see the Mustard Mountains and the legendary Paprika Forest.

Look, I'm sorry. Like I said before, this is all very unfair. I was in SLC once, a long time ago. I'm just not very enthused about going, since it's a business trip, and I'm away from my wife, and blah blah blah. I'll be putting in some long hours, and I'll have to wear a tie all the fucking time, which, honestly? I'd rather cinch up my nuts with a spiked belt. (Oh, shit! Did I remember to pack my spiked belt?) WHICH REMINDS ME! What essential thing did I forget to pack? I'm sure it's something, and something big! Or maybe they'll just send my luggage to Oslo! And don't forget about that travel anxiety, like compulsively checking my back pocket to make sure my wallet is still there, and which looks to the rest of the world that I appear to have some ass-clutching twitch! Oh, it all adds up, and it makes me miserable. I hope this week goes by quickly, which I am certain it will not.

Oh, I'll see you next Monday or so. Fresh off the trip. At which time, this post will probably seem kind in retrospect. In the meantime . . . seriously, they couldn't get a lake right? Good Lord. Maybe someday I can go to a conference at the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Roam | Skot | 17 Apr, 2006 |

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Also it's hard to get alcohol there, and very few women wear short skirts. And I hear that whatever bad weather Seattle has missed in the past few weeks is clustered just inside the Salt Lake City border waiting for you.

Comment number: 007125   Posted by: Kate on April 18, 2006 07:24 AM from IP:

You know, you COULD blog while you're in SLC. They do have internets there.

Comment number: 007127   Posted by: Mike on April 18, 2006 08:15 AM from IP:

I lived there for a whole year. If you're not Mormon and you don't ski - well, it's just a waste of time.

Comment number: 007129   Posted by: Mickey on April 18, 2006 12:10 PM from IP:

Airplanes have the same effect on me. I think it's a combonation of the air they pump in (drugged?), and the loud constant noise of the engines. I once slept through a whole flight from Amsterdam to New York, and my roommate was incredibly pissed. She was forced to watch "Pay it Forward" and "Charlie's Angels," so I understand.

Comment number: 007135   Posted by: Amanda on April 19, 2006 01:42 PM from IP:

"a gerund of a state"

shit. i love that phrase.

Comment number: 007144   Posted by: cleek on April 21, 2006 06:29 AM from IP:

Ah, Salt Lake City! Make sure to enjoy the multiple spectacles of the 3-5 adult women, surrounded by a gaggle of children, sending off their latest 18-year-old on his mission to Kreplachistan, Buttafuco, Harelippia, or some other hell-hole. Notice how all the missionaries are wearing the same style of polyester suit-like object, and how none of them actually fit.

I suggest you drink all the coffee you can in the airport; I understand they don't serve that Drink of the Devil in the Land of Milk and Honey and Salt Lakes.

Have a good trip!

Comment number: 007147   Posted by: Squidley on April 22, 2006 12:09 AM from IP:

I do hope you come back long as you have not been assimilated.

Comment number: 007154   Posted by: Todd on April 23, 2006 02:19 PM from IP:

scot, Rock Candy Mountain is here in Washington state-- about fifteen minutes west of Olympia.

Comment number: 007214   Posted by: Kyle on April 28, 2006 03:58 PM from IP:

Where on earth are you from, Kyle? Nobody from Washington--or even the West Coast--calls it anything other than "Washington." (For you auslanders, that other place is "Washington, D.C.")

Comment number: 007217   Posted by: Squidley on April 29, 2006 01:12 AM from IP:

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