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What happens in Hotlanta…

Stays in Hotlanta. Man, it was interesting though. I could write about the things I saw at Twisted Taco that night. But it would be pure fiction… 😉 Not like it was anything particularly unusual, just a bunch of hard-working people unwinding. I mean, really unwinding.

I think my description (backed up by the reality at the bar) of Atlanta as “filled with gorgeous, desperate, single women, and with more strip clubs per square mile than any other US city” did more to influence the unmarried guys to come work in ATL than any of the presentations we saw. One even told me so; that after a night at the Twisted Taco, ATL seemed like a much more attractive option than it had.

Not sure I’d want to be a single female there, but it’s a fun city and it sure was nice to have brunch at the Flying Biscuit. I won’t be staying at 5 points again, though. It was like Fulton St. in Brooklyn, but with an overpriced boutique hotel. And the taxis charge a flat rate of $8 for any trip within the city center, so the 3 block ride to the metro cost as much as a 10 minute ride to somewhere else. Jeesh.

Atlanta, in the springtime…

I really should have more to say these days. Been busy livin’ it. I’ve been in NYC for a few days, and in ATL since Thursday AM. Met a family of 3 kids whose father unequivocally convinced me to get permanent birth control, even if I never have sex again. Saw what JFK might look like if all of NYC suddenly decided to leave at once. Both were excellent reasons to never fly Delta again.

But before all that, I had some fun in NYC, spent a lot of time with the elusive Eunice, and got to visit with some other friends I don’t get enough of, which was awesome. Met the spawn of Jennifer & Peter, who is the cutest 6-month old boy I’ve ever met. I think it’s cuz he gets to hang out with dad all day. Not that mom is bad company, just that I think he digs doing guy things with dad, and being one of the guys, you know. It’s so cool. Met Allyn and Matt’s spawn, who’s only 2 months old, so I tried to keep my distance.

You see, I have this nasty sinus infection I got psychosomatically from listening to Erin tell me about the one that almost rendered her brain dead, and necessitated some Matrix-esque device to scoop out the nastiness, followed by having her deviated septum repaired, then a week spent with maxi tampons up her nose. I have been avoiding this fabulous experience for years now. After all, I have a perfectly good mouth I can breathe through. She said the infection was exascerbated by the deviation. Whatever. But if anyone knows a DAMN GOOD Otolaryngologist in LA, lemme know. I should have Blue Cross pay for it before I move out of state, since they denied me coverage due to this “deviated septum” pre-existing condition. So I continued their coverage via Cal-COBRA, instead of switching to individual. Fuckers.

OK, so ATL is gorgeous as always. I love it here. I seem to usually come in springtime, and even though the pollen count is something like 5,000, I don’t care. It’s gorgeous and I’m only allergic to golf, I mean grass, anyway. Someone on Metroblogging here pointed out that “It’s so gross. It’s like the trees are basically having sex all over us.” But I don’t think it’s gross, I think it’s awesome. More love from the trees, please. And if they’re trying to dump enough pollen-bombs to overpower all that we’ve done to overpower them, I say more power to them! But then, I don’t have vehicles parked outside.

Went to Martin Luther King center, which was difficult because I get all choked up at the slightest reminder of what he and so few other brave souls went through to secure civil rights. It was beautiful though. We went across the street and toured the original Ebenezer Baptist Church he used to preach at, and if I can get up early enough after a Saturday night in ATL with lots of fresh young college basketball players running amok, I’ll join my parents at the 11:AM service tomorrow.

Tonight was a big party for Colleen’s parents’ 50th wedding Anniversary. 50 years. They first met when she was 13, he was 15. Fell in love, got married, living happily ever after. Amazing. My parent’s 50th is next year. They’ll be 74. 50 years from now, I’ll be 87. That’s almost 90. Perhaps gene therapy will enable me to still chase after (and catch) basketball players… Or perhaps I’ll actually do that whole falling in love and living happily ever after thing. People don’t understand me when I say that. They think I mean life will be a bed of roses. I know it won’t, no matter what, life does have its bad times. But the couples I refer to as “living happily ever after” (and I know a few of them) are able to meet these challenges together, and wouldn’t dream of abandoning their partner, nor would they fool around on them. It’s really beautiful to see.


Busy stuffing some food in my face after a day of flying, but made it home much more peacefully this time. Which proves that either the crew on American are way nicer than those on America West, or that people are just nicer to me when I don’t dress like a thug. At the conference, my presentation was probably well-received, although it’s hard to tell. I was seriously upstaged by the fabulous professional moto-journalist, Mark Gardiner, who read excerpts from his forthcoming book on his experience racing the Isle of Man TT. He left the entire room desperate for more, I can’t wait until it’s published. This is the same guy about whom the documentary “One Man’s Island” was made, just the description of which made me want to follow in his footsteps. I’m fast on the IOM video game! But I’d probably just be a speed bump on the real deal. Yet, I have scared fellow racers with my high-speed street riding, so maybe the fact that it’s on public roads will make me faster. Or maybe I’m only fast when squeezing between undulating taxis in Manhattan. Anyway, it’s on the list. Much higher on the list than the ice hotel, of course.

I’m really bummed that there was no racing this weekend. I’ll be pretty far from TV’s and sports bars for the next few weeks, so I may have to ask my roommate to fedex me some dvd’s of races I’ll be missing. Didn’t get much sleep last night, but it was quite an adventure. Mark and I discovered that we both used to race (sometimes even each other) at Loudon, so we had fun reminiscing about the old place, and getting lost in the Georgia (or was it Alabama?) woods on a wild goose chase. Saw more of Atlanta than we would have if we’d just done the normal thing and gone to a movie. I really like Atlanta, especially when I tell one of the locals how much I admire the lovely HOMES in Little 5 Points (the cool neighborhood) and she says “OH! They’re sooooo expensive!!! They start at about $500,000!!!” Hahaha. I’d trade up my 2br condo for a gorgeous house in a bucolic neighborhood much like Silverlake, without having to spend a dime. It’s amazing how much cheaper it is to live just about anywhere other than California.

Led Astray…

The lovely South…

So my first academic conference is going well. It’s weird, moving in this adult world, but at the same time it’s fun to have people other than my teachers to talk about things like why The Matrix and Plato’s Allegory of the Cave are alike. Bike night here is a trip, they have harleys and sportbikes intermingled, parking amongst each other like old friends! Not like in LA, where a harley at bike night is a shocking disturbance, and the cruisers and sportbikes park on opposite ends of the lot at the Rock Store. I guess desegregation just matters more to Southerners?

So far I’ve seen presentations on: Parody for the Pulbic Sphere: The Daily Show’s Narrative on Democracy Inaction, The Pursuit of Post-colonial terror: Shifting representation of the Other in Battlestar Gallactica, Subjectivities under the black light: Gender, Power and Desire in two exotic dance clubs, Riding Bitch and the Riding Crop, among others. I’m hoping to spend more time exploring Atlanta, as well. Now it’s off to “Motorcycle Leathers and the Construction of Masculine Identities among Homosexual Men.”

Saturday Night in Atlanta…

I am so glad my brother dragged me out here, rescuing me from the clutches of a brutal Los Angeles winter. It was so cold friday night it actually SNOWED in Malibu. That’s not right. So I arrive in ATL at 7PM sweating in my bomber jacket. Sweet! Took Gary out for his last night of freedom, with some help from our friend George who happened to be in town on business. It was great, we ate caribbean food, then went clubbing, winding up an early night at a strip club called Cheetah that is very different from Cheetah’s in LA. It was almost more like a nudist colony, there were so many nude women standing around, it wasn’t even titillating.

If they’d been shaking it more, or if there had at least been a pole, that would have been more exciting. A strip club without a pole is like a Ducati with stock pipes. Boring. George met some soap opera star who comes to Atlanta to moonlight as a stripper, and I fell in love with the little pro shop. Right by the door, there’s a shop that sells all the gear a dancer could need, just like the pro shops at ice rinks of my childhood. I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, in that little room filled with spandex and special purpose footwear. Sigh. Lots of sportbikers here, making me really want to be sure I have a bike with me when I come back in April.

Sleep Inn kicks ass! Freeeeee wifi and dsl, and fast too! Too bad it’s in a boring part of town. In other news…I spent the last two nights on my fabulous new bed, and wow. It was so comfy I just lay there soaking it in, not sleeping very deeply because it felt so good, I wanted to be conscious of it. Yet I woke up easily. Can’t wait to get home and test it some more. Vale likes it too, I don’t kick him out of his favorite corner anymore.