goodbye atlanta

on the advent of my atlanta departure, i feel that i must temper my exuberant overreaching recommendation of all things hotlanta with a few notes of the awful signs of SHOULDN'T BE DONE that so often are present here. after all, atlanta certainly is not the dream destination of a lifetime; and although it shares in some of the glory of the venerable south, it also shows signs of some of the south's seedier side.

ok, maybe this has something to do with the fact that yesterday was rainy and cold, and i was thinking about how i would much rather be freezing in aspen than freezing in atlanta. maybe its because i didnt sleep two nights ago, and maybe its because i cannot always HEART everything about my surroundings. like when i'm sitting at a light next to a ginormous vehicle called a hummer wondering, "where do you plan to go? i know you may support our president in his war efforts, but if you aren't willing to scratch your armored vehicle in combat yourself, i'm not sure that i see the point." and i will be pointed: i have never seen more of these monsters than in the south. apparently, these people have places to go in their rugged outfitters that i never knew existed. apparently.

i have to admit that my one other complaint this morning really has nothing to do with atlanta. this saddens me any time i encounter it: to know that peole with such good intentions could go so terribly wrong. of course scooters are the best means of transportation in this modern age. but please, drive a vespa.

i'm sure that i could find a few things that are truly atlanta SBD, but i wont waste me time. just looking at that hummer takes it outta me.

atlanta: thanks for the love. you're doing well, but you're still growing. keep your chin up, kid. chi-town, here i come.