Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
Meeting at this bench in five minutes
Too many people showed up, so we moved to the picnic table
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
Too many people showed up, so we moved to the picnic table
Where I post from. Get together has moved inside.
Barefoot get together is over. If you can afford shoes, you can put them back on now.
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What it feels like to live in Michigan's UP
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
What it feels like to live in Michigan's UP
Ulysses Liberty asks, "do you guys have mountain resorts nearby?"
Yeah. Fools who visit the UP are always, of course, disappointed. They return as hollow shells of their former selves, having discovered new depths of despair that they had previously conceived as only having existed within ancient Greek tragedies; their eyes hold the thousand-yard stare of someone who's waited three hours for a pasty in a snowstorm, only to find it frozen solid.
Lon Emerick writes about this:
Yeah. Fools who visit the UP are always, of course, disappointed. They return as hollow shells of their former selves, having discovered new depths of despair that they had previously conceived as only having existed within ancient Greek tragedies; their eyes hold the thousand-yard stare of someone who's waited three hours for a pasty in a snowstorm, only to find it frozen solid.
Lon Emerick writes about this:
IT’S IN YOUR BEST INTEREST to keep driving—all night if you have to—and aim for Wisconsin or Minnesota. Ignore my advice and here is what you are likely to find:
"An ancient resort named Dew Drop Inn or Black Bear’s Rest. It will be owned and operated by Gloria and Floyd Gertz, disgruntled expatriates from a suburb of Detroit. The Gertzs believed the myth about the idyllic land 'up north' and sank all their 401k money into a rundown cabin court on a shallow, weedy inland lake.
Now, Floyd and Gloria are trapped with an aging resort and spend their retirement days unplugging leaky toilets, washing sheets and fielding complaints from people like you who expect to find all the amenities of modern life. Conveniences like dishes, toilet paper, hot water and window screens. The Gertzs own a huge Rottweiler named Max that, when not slobbering on your shoes or knocking down your children, growls menacingly whenever you open the creaky door to your 1930s vintage cabin."
Don’t risk it—keep on driving.
Dylan asks, "you guys have a skinwalker or wendigo problem up there?"
No. The woods are completely safe and you're encouraged to go walking alone at night, as the UP is especially beautiful at night; have to see those Northern lights, eh.
No. The woods are completely safe and you're encouraged to go walking alone at night, as the UP is especially beautiful at night; have to see those Northern lights, eh.