Sunday, September 18, 2005
dispatch from the bridgeport train station
(Wonderphone lets me access my e-mail account, and you can write posts to Blogger via e-mail. Put the two together, and I can post from the train station, which is what I'm doing now. But why post? To be entertaining? Because I've got something to say? No. I just want to cross Connecticut off the list of states from which I've done blog posts. There, done.)
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as someone who hates conneticut, i hope you never need blog from there again.
How many more to go?
Oh no, why hate Connecticut? It is the land of nutmeg!
my brother, sister and i were all born in different states. believe me, my dad called me a nutmegger my entire childhood. i don't know why my sister, born in utah, and brother, born in michigan, did not have similar names.
i was born in new haven, which is something of a dump. my friend henry suggested that i could be a dumpling rather than a nutmegger.
i like nutmeg just fine. and conneticut does have some yummy pizza. and i guess i do love the musk exhibit at the peabody museum. maybe i just hate prospect street.
New Haven is only a dump if you are not a racialized minority. If you are white and upper class you have plenty of enclosed space surrounding the perimeters of Yale University by gothic-looking fences designed to keep the unruly masses out.
new haven does suck if you are a racialized minority. i'm not, but i do have eyeballs stuck in my head. that's part of the reason that i hated living there.
new haven also had some of the most expensive and worst produce i have ever been forced to buy. i did like singing roadrunner when i went to the stop 'n' shop, still, i usually shopped at shaw's. slightly better veggies, in my opinion.
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