Comments on: Bits http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/ amusements for gentlemen and scholars Thu, 18 Mar 2010 18:05:25 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: janie http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/comment-page-1/#comment-2012 janie Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:14:55 +0000 http://www.longstraighthighway.com/?p=1400#comment-2012 damn it why doesn't this blog have a theme? God I love it when you post things like this, it almost makes life worth living. (and that's not sarcasm) damn it why doesn't this blog have a theme? God I love it when you post things like this, it almost makes life worth living. (and that's not sarcasm)

]]> By: Mr. Fahrenheit http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/comment-page-1/#comment-2011 Mr. Fahrenheit Mon, 12 Oct 2009 22:15:20 +0000 http://www.longstraighthighway.com/?p=1400#comment-2011 You're having pizza in Maple Grove every Sunday? Dude... You're having pizza in Maple Grove every Sunday? Dude…

]]> By: Kira http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/comment-page-1/#comment-2010 Kira Mon, 12 Oct 2009 20:56:40 +0000 http://www.longstraighthighway.com/?p=1400#comment-2010 Somewhere in Minneapolis, there's a red-haired guy named Ken is probably thinking to himself about routines and that book-reading guy who didn't remember about the bits after fifteen years. <br><br>Maybe not though. I think some people are the type who realize they're on an island, and some people are the type who could be knee deep in water and no other land in sight and think they've got their entire world all figured out and connected and never give it another moment's thought.<br><br>Incidentally (or not) my Dad used to go to a pizza place near our house called Victors and he always ordered a veggie delight with whole-wheat crust. One time, he went in and made his usual order and the cook came out and apologized and said they didn't have the whole-wheat crust anymore because my Dad and "some other old guy" were the only ones who ever ordered it. Somewhere in Minneapolis, there's a red-haired guy named Ken is probably thinking to himself about routines and that book-reading guy who didn't remember about the bits after fifteen years.

Maybe not though. I think some people are the type who realize they're on an island, and some people are the type who could be knee deep in water and no other land in sight and think they've got their entire world all figured out and connected and never give it another moment's thought.

Incidentally (or not) my Dad used to go to a pizza place near our house called Victors and he always ordered a veggie delight with whole-wheat crust. One time, he went in and made his usual order and the cook came out and apologized and said they didn't have the whole-wheat crust anymore because my Dad and “some other old guy” were the only ones who ever ordered it.

]]> By: leafmuncher http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/comment-page-1/#comment-2009 leafmuncher Mon, 12 Oct 2009 19:04:47 +0000 http://www.longstraighthighway.com/?p=1400#comment-2009 Funny you mention that as Anna and I have discussed that very point, and she claims that I used to be an anti-social fuckwad on the mainland, but somehow out here have blossomed into being more social than she is (which is not true, but I have become much more social).<br><br>I used to be the guy who didn't even look at the wait person when ordering food, and certainly didn't initiate conversations with random strangers. Maui has definitely seared something into my flesh.<br><br>Is it the place or what the place does, and can the two really be separated? I chalk it up to north-shore zeitgeist. Go to the always sunny (like LA, *cough*) south side of the island and it's totally different universe. Funny you mention that as Anna and I have discussed that very point, and she claims that I used to be an anti-social fuckwad on the mainland, but somehow out here have blossomed into being more social than she is (which is not true, but I have become much more social).

I used to be the guy who didn't even look at the wait person when ordering food, and certainly didn't initiate conversations with random strangers. Maui has definitely seared something into my flesh.

Is it the place or what the place does, and can the two really be separated? I chalk it up to north-shore zeitgeist. Go to the always sunny (like LA, *cough*) south side of the island and it's totally different universe.

]]> By: shanusmagnus http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/comment-page-1/#comment-2008 shanusmagnus Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:57:47 +0000 http://www.longstraighthighway.com/?p=1400#comment-2008 It's interesting that you make that point, since I've been thinking about Hawaii recently in light of some things you've said. I have no trouble believing the attitude is as you say, but here's a question: you're married to one of the top five most socially gifted people I've ever met; do you think your experience would be the same were that not so?<br><br>I ask because I wonder if these phenomena are less about the place than about what the place does, like searing a permanent flavor into my flesh. Which is a weird metaphor, isn't it? Oh well. It's interesting that you make that point, since I've been thinking about Hawaii recently in light of some things you've said. I have no trouble believing the attitude is as you say, but here's a question: you're married to one of the top five most socially gifted people I've ever met; do you think your experience would be the same were that not so?

I ask because I wonder if these phenomena are less about the place than about what the place does, like searing a permanent flavor into my flesh. Which is a weird metaphor, isn't it? Oh well.

]]> By: leafmuncher http://www.longstraighthighway.com/2009/10/12/bits/comment-page-1/#comment-2007 leafmuncher Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:19:00 +0000 http://www.longstraighthighway.com/?p=1400#comment-2007 This is actually one of the things that I find mega-appealing about the north shore of Maui (and possibly the north shore of many islands, a thesis I'm working on). You frequent a place a few times, you see the cook shopping at the grocery store the next week, and a few weeks after that he's doing shots at your place and throwing up on your wife.<br><br>It's one of the things I hate about cities, that they breed this sort of isolation. No man is an island, but it turns out he may well have been meant to live on one. This is actually one of the things that I find mega-appealing about the north shore of Maui (and possibly the north shore of many islands, a thesis I'm working on). You frequent a place a few times, you see the cook shopping at the grocery store the next week, and a few weeks after that he's doing shots at your place and throwing up on your wife.

It's one of the things I hate about cities, that they breed this sort of isolation. No man is an island, but it turns out he may well have been meant to live on one.

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