I'm a grad student who longs for mountains and crisp morning air in damp and flat Miami. I love adventure--which to me means accepting discomfort with grace. You gotta love it. "...just fades like a radio station when you drive out of range"
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Only in Miami
As I was sitting here typing up that last post I turned the TV on for some background noise. Laura and I finally broke down and bought a decent antenna so we can pick up a few stations. There's some really cheesy show on NBC so I absent mindedly flipped the station and didn't even look up. After a minute or two I realized that there was some sort of rave going on in my appartment. There was this chick-boom-chick-chick-tsk-tsk electronica type dance music was invading my brain and making my shoulders do funny things. I looked up at the tv, expecting to see some sort of law and order or other type of true crime show--because only bad things happen at raves so therefore it must have been a crime show...no. It was The NBC station's weather channel. Playing electronic dance music.
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