Friday, November 25, 2005
Fucking Americans!- an American in America
I wanted to send this from Atlanta, but after 30 minutes of hoofing around trying to find a wifi signal ("High Speed Internet Access– Easy As 1, 2, 3!", signs all over said, with no further elaboration), I found that logging-on cost $7.95 for 24 hours! That's movie admission! And who the hell is at the airport for 24 hours? Ronaldsway's "Hotpoint" is free! Fucking Americans. The rest of the trip has been quite nice. I'm in LA now and heading north soon.
I flew right over the part of eastern Tennessee that Kennys come from (my Dad was called "Buddy" and I've an great-uncle Junebug. Inexpicably, my grandma's named Lolita). We past just a few miles east of Bristol and I could make out the Tri-City Area, I fancy. Blountville wasn't on the map. Pronounced "bluntvil".
What tipped me off was the strange sight of the Blue Ridge Mountains [pictured below]. They look like overturned feed troughs, but bigger and made of tectonic formations.

Everybody here is really smart and soft-spoken.
I flew right over the part of eastern Tennessee that Kennys come from (my Dad was called "Buddy" and I've an great-uncle Junebug. Inexpicably, my grandma's named Lolita). We past just a few miles east of Bristol and I could make out the Tri-City Area, I fancy. Blountville wasn't on the map. Pronounced "bluntvil".
What tipped me off was the strange sight of the Blue Ridge Mountains [pictured below]. They look like overturned feed troughs, but bigger and made of tectonic formations.

Everybody here is really smart and soft-spoken.