While in Atlanta I exist as a commuter. I have to drive to eat, to get back to the hotel to sleep, and then also to work after I wake up. I also have to drive 2 and a half ours to get there. I have to say though, after finding my way around the city, even weaving my way through the traffic of Atlanta's interstates on the way to the suburbs to visit a friend, I felt quite pleased with my 3 day stint as a commuter. I guess traveling gives people the feeling that they have accomplished something. I felt that way. I'd coverd a great distance, knowingly gone into unfamiliar territory just because, and somehow pieced together mental maps of the path that led me there. Taking roads that looked interesting half in hope that they will intersect with Northside Dr. or NW Merritta St. that would lead back to the familiar, and half in hope that they would take me somewhere better. Its good to find your way in and out of unfamiliar spaces.
In Birmingham, Im a pedestrain and there's something very comforting about that. Making my way up 29th, my very own personal hwy 75, then to 10th Ave south, the 285 bypass. And occasionally I'll take 28th, the unfamiliar back road in my block and a half commute, half in hopes of it being a more pleasant commute home, half in hopes that I'll find some place better to go.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Victories and Defeats...Atlanta round 2
Well, Im in Atlanta again. Seems that the only time I have things to say on here is when Im away from home. Well I was all excited about coming out here this time because I was going to get to go see my favorite band Coheed & Cambria, on Halloween night (or All Saints Eve for all my fellow Reformers) at the Tabernacle...an old church turned to happenin music venue. Well...thanks to ticketmaster I didn't get that chance. Tickets were $20. No problem, well worth the money. BUT ticketmaster wanted to tack on an extra $15 for "convienence"...f-that. Thats what I said. "I'll just get a ticket at the door," I think. "Surely they won't sell out," I think. Wrong on both accounts...defeat.
Oh well. It would have been a great show, but Im really not all that mad about it. I found the place no problem...thats a victory. I drove around downtown ATL...which is pretty cool actually...victory. And since I couldn't go to the best show of the year, I decided to passify myself with IKEA.
I successfully navigated my way from downtown to the store...no mapquest at that, and I found my way in...VICTORY. I called a few friends just to warn them that the next time that they would see me I would be so much cooler than them because I was going to buy some rugs and sheets that best defined me as a person. Well I wandered the 15 acres of Sweedish stylistic bliss and made some thrifty, yet fun, selections...victory..eventhough it sounds gay.
I got in line to pay. Then got out of line when I saw the large "As Is" room...the IKEA thrift store! I strolled it for a second then got back in the same line. Upon opening my wallet to pay for my selections, it hit me. I remembered taking out my credit card, debit card, and most of my cash and hiding it amongst my socks and underwear in the hotel...defeat. I was planning on a great night of Progressive Rock in a sketchy part of town, and possibly being mugged. I however had not planned on living the fashion concious consumer dream at IKEA. Oh well, since I didn't have all that much anyway I removed one item and payed with the cash that was intended for a ticket, parking, and perhaps a t-shirt to always remember the great Haloween prog-rock concert, that I didn't get to go to....defeat.
Oh well. It would have been a great show, but Im really not all that mad about it. I found the place no problem...thats a victory. I drove around downtown ATL...which is pretty cool actually...victory. And since I couldn't go to the best show of the year, I decided to passify myself with IKEA.
I successfully navigated my way from downtown to the store...no mapquest at that, and I found my way in...VICTORY. I called a few friends just to warn them that the next time that they would see me I would be so much cooler than them because I was going to buy some rugs and sheets that best defined me as a person. Well I wandered the 15 acres of Sweedish stylistic bliss and made some thrifty, yet fun, selections...victory..eventhough it sounds gay.
I got in line to pay. Then got out of line when I saw the large "As Is" room...the IKEA thrift store! I strolled it for a second then got back in the same line. Upon opening my wallet to pay for my selections, it hit me. I remembered taking out my credit card, debit card, and most of my cash and hiding it amongst my socks and underwear in the hotel...defeat. I was planning on a great night of Progressive Rock in a sketchy part of town, and possibly being mugged. I however had not planned on living the fashion concious consumer dream at IKEA. Oh well, since I didn't have all that much anyway I removed one item and payed with the cash that was intended for a ticket, parking, and perhaps a t-shirt to always remember the great Haloween prog-rock concert, that I didn't get to go to....defeat.
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