Well, my heart has just been broken by the American people. I thought I was in love, but I found out that it would never work. They are too stupid (obviously I am exaggerating slightly as not all Americans are idiots). Yesterday I was watching a show called 1 v. 100. The outline of the show: A series of questions is asked to a group of 101 people. 1 person is the main contestant. Every time he gets one right, he receives money for every person in the mob (the other 100 contestants) that gets knocked out. He can choose to leave with his money or keep going after every question. If he defeats the entire mob, he gets one million dollars. If he is knocked out, the remaining mob members split however much money he made. Yesterday a young man was on, probably a few years older then me. The question was:
If a person parallel parks their car, which of these sides is perpendicular to the curb?
a)The passenger door?
b)The driver’s door?
c)The back end?
His answer was b. I was instantly cast into a deep and lasting depression until I realized (about 30 seconds later) that his childhood had probably consisted of eating lead based paint and seeing if he could break large falls with his face. Reassured, I continued watching the show. The host then revealed how many of the mob got the same question wrong. 54. Yes, that is the right number. Five, four. 10x5+1x4. I cried that night. It was a blow to my confidence in the idea that mankind was the most intelligent species on earth. I think the title should go to…the dodo. I mean, sure, it built its nest on the ground, but it has a better grasp on right angles and parallel lines than the average person. Plato had it right. If you do not know geometry, please GO AWAY.
Well, I hope to be leaving my grandmother’s house tomorrow. I actually have quite a few things I need to do before I do leave. Laundry, decide what should be taken. I am going to map out a route, decide what roads I can take that will make it easiest to hike along. I want to avoid major cities if I can. They are just a big hassle, full of people. Small towns are what I like. I will be going to see an old friend of mine in
P.P.S. I have been in the bookstore. The picture above is not very good quality, because xanga will not let me do a high quality upload. That was a corner of a three story book store. Amazing. I bought an old journal which is partially filled in. The previous owner did what I have done to so many of my journals. He/She started to fill it in, and after a few days kind of forgot about it. Since we are starting a new year, I decided it would be perfect. I can't wait to start writing small things in it.
I have decided that I want to live here. It has stopped raining, so hopefully I can camp out tonight. First I am going to try to find a church. Maybe someone in the church will let me stay at their house for the night.
1 comment:
oh, andrew, you make me laugh. i had to commiserate in that - the only time i ever saw that devastatingly moronic show - i was torn between the impulse to bang my head against the wall until i lost consciousness or to run out and audition, since i could get a million dollars on that show gagged, blindfolded, and in a drugged sleep. moral of the story: stop being so distainful, especially if you want money for your road trip. just know which way a compass points, since that was the highest level question the day i watched.
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