the state of my brain
Last night a big group of us navigated the slush and ice and chanted “What do we want? The bus! When do we want it? Now!” until the bus arrived and our night began and didn’t end until early this morning.
It’s usually true. Nothing good happens after two in the morning.
For some reason things don’t seem very funny tonight. I’m watching the most recent Parks & Recreation episode, the one with the subplot of Andy and April and doctors. Apart from the occasional z-pak, I haven’t been to a doctor in any meaningful way in years. I have an alarming number of aches stored up and I bet that my quality of life could be drastically, easily improved if I wasn’t so scared of exam rooms and authority.
I took a tour of the DMZ a couple years ago. There’s too much to say, so I’ll just share this. After one of the first security checkpoints, you have to stop and transfer from a large tour bus into a smaller, DMZ-approved bus. Next to the parking lot, there is a place to buy snacks and a small amusement park with a viking ship ride called the “Super Viking” and two merry-go-rounds. There is also a Popeye’s Chicken. I think about that a lot, the Popeye’s, why it’s there and how fucked up it seems. And I think about incongruity and the tourists’ children circling round and round on plastic horses and the whole isolated, forbidden land just a few kilometers away. I eventually got a peek of North Korea that day, through coin-operated binoculars.
