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So, last 72 hours, 40 were spent in a train (or waiting area), then got here, carrying the two bags, desktop PC, plus the huge Samonite suitcase and backpack I'd checked. Then the cube arrived, as did the entire mountain of packages I sent myself, as well as some SF sourdough sent as a gift by a WoW friend (who is not a FUBUer). I dragged it all up two flights of stairs (no elevator), then got on my bike and sailed around town. I am near the bike trail, which was made with many of the same textures and mkdels as the bike trail in my native Sacramento, but is far less impressive, in worse condition, and poorly maintained. The riverway is a wastewater canal, and they sont so controlled burns - in Sacramento they regulalrly do controlled burns of the nature areas, and you can definitely see the difference.
I visited Kroegers. Was surprised by the profound black and German influence. Will be fascinating. I bought some cleaning stuff and towels, Gardenburgers and blue cheese crumbs and...something I'd never seen before, sunflower seed bread. I saw no buns - only slider buns, something i wanted to try to use creatively some other time - so I decided to try using the sunflower toast as buns; if it was good, I'd have a good source of the nutrients lacking in my diet.
I traveled past Cinn State (or w/e) and some light induztrial areas and ajoining slums. I kind of got lost, but I know the player usually zones commercial between induztrial and residential, so I simply looked for stores or blue shaded areas.
I filled my backpack with groceries and asked my GPS to point me back home. It projected a wide, concentric route around a park and some green trails. Presumably, it wanted to guide me around the central landmark - Mt. Storm.
Some people would have just followed the GPS directions.
Mt. Storm, in stark contrast to the surrounding slumas, was a very wealthy area. The roads were freashly aved, they had superlative light fixtures (novelty 19th century replicas), the forested areas were agonizingly maintained, at least cosmetically; features like cut tree trunks laying on each other looked silly contrived, and obviously they didnt do controlled burns either. Everywhere were public "no stopping / loitering signs).
The park area was at the peak - a wide, flat, pcturesque but superficial area - a huge plateau lawn ringed by some shallow glades, and just past that, the highway and slums. I passed a female jogger on the way up.
It is money and politics in action, and it angers me every time I see it - wasting public dollars on superlatives for thoae who have more than enough. You can see this in any urban area in America, black and poor areas get less money for road maintenance and civil amenitiez. If the slums got decent roads, security patrols, and some aura projects - trees, pollution cleanup, urban planning - businesses would set up shop. They don't because it is what is is.
At the summit, I was unsure which way to proceed. I needed to cut through a glade to get home. I looked around and ultimately. went through a wood gate labelled "PRIVATE", which opened onto a public road. I followed the winding path down the hill and it dropped me smack in front of my apartment. Right there. Which was good, as my battery was nearly dead and I was worried about finding my way without being carried by GPS.
I spent the next five hours setting up my apartment. Packing beautiful glass items in ripped up telephone books then unpacking them is like masturbating, except with gifts, and more fun, and involving slightly less cleanup. Setting up the PC, which had been banged on every surface on the trip, was fearsome - worried something broke and I didnt have the cash or credit for replacement parts. But, it worked fine.
After several hours, the place was set up to an appreciable degree. So I poured some Gatorade from mix (Cincinnati water quality is significantly better than Sacramento or Boston, but I was surprised to be informed the water is quite hard, impacting the quality of the Gatorade).
OMFG THE FRESHLY REDONE APT HAS A WORKING BATH
So I sat in the warm bath, drank some Gatorade, watched a pornograph, played some Pokemon (only got three badges on the train because I spent most of the trip staring into space, catatonic with anxiety), a nd wrote a long rant on FUBU.
Tomorrow, supposedly they hook up my internet, and I finish unloading the cube. I must then begin my assault on this not-so-fair city. I have big plans. Specific plans.
Thats the story Not as good as I'd like because typing on a phone.Also
Aestu of Bleeding Hollow... Nihilism is a copout.
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