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I hate Rifle.

No, not rifles. Those I'm beginning to long for because every time I step out into town I feel like I'm hunting zombies. I mean the shitbox little town of Rifle, CO. Two more days of this and then it's back to places where Wal-Mart is not the social hub and I don't stand a good chance at being the smartest person in a room of about 200. Of course, then it's off to Nebraska for a few, then back to civilization for good. Sweet zesty intarwebs, a house with no electronic key to the door, and a short transit time to real cities.

This two-week stint in the boonies has pointed out a couple things I already knew. First, that while I am perfectly capable of living in the middle of nowhere and possess enough knowledge to comfortably go without DVD players, restaurants, a lot of driving, and all that stuff, I don't particularly want to. I'm a cranky professor, goddammit, and I prefer books to quarter-dead plants! Second, that I need to move at some point in the near future. This whole state has a hard-on for itself, which is expressed in a very tired, trite and oft-untrue cowboy mythology that bores me to death. The Western Slope is a hideous place to me, and everything else is not a great deal better. I can live here until the end of school, or at least for my master's, that's not a problem. It's not Hell, it's just...not right. Granted, the idea that Colorado is not the greatest state in the union is the kind of thinking liable to get you strung up or pelted with PowerBars-- depending on your current location-- but what the hell, you people never liked transplants anyway.

With that, I'm off again. A few more days in the sticks and then it's back to Gaia. gonk

EDIT: Okay, so maybe I don't want to go back to civilization quite as badly as all that. Civilization means drama, ew ew ew. "See s**t coming...step to the side," as Christopher Titus said. Would that I can be so lucky on several counts. Ewww. neutral