Well, glad I thought ahead.

[The time I had inside the CC's in Metairie was as short in reality as it felt long. Something about walking along the sidewalk on Vets produced a lot of anxiety, whether it was the sort of reversal of scale versus uptown, compounded by the relative closeness, or just the anonymity of all the neon I cant say.

Vets reminds me a lot of Baton Rouge in the way that I experienced it for most of my adolescence, driving across town on big roads with lots of traffic, the kind that are navigated by signs (so, linguistic, shifting waypoints) and habit rather than more substantial landmarks. Where the arteries I use inside the city (Canal, Claiborne, St. Charles, Esplanade) each seem to have a unique texture, I really feel like if I sneezed on Vets and were transported to Clearview I wouldn't have the slightest. ]

Started Franzen's Freedom yesterday and dug in, which is good because I don't have the cash to do anything else. In this way Americorps keeps offering me opportunities for redemption that I have largely (and not always politely) declined.

Also saw 127 Hours last night. Third film in a row (Enter the Void, Blue Valentine) I've left feeling disturbed in what is probably a good way. Franco's great, the editing was quirky but effective, and I'd see anything with Lizzy Caplan in it, even if it's only for a second.

One last lifestyle note: being destitute means no money for boozehounding this week, so I feel just lovely today.

Love-O-Scope - Part 2 from susufasu on Vimeo.

"Thinking Ahead"