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︎︎︎ March 30th, 2023 ︎︎︎


I wrote before about how nothing really changes after highschool. That’s true. Wether it’s designers feeling nervous about speaking in front of the class or clowns wanting to talk the loudest, even if they don’t have anything nice to say. 

I was in line at Wilaiwan’s today and the woman in front of me and I kept making a sort of forlorn eye contact as we listened to two bros complain about the system in place there. 

It’s inefficient
It’s confusing
It causes delays
It makes no sense
It’s cold outside.


Some of those complaints are valid. Wilaiwan’s, and Vermont in general, is not an efficient place.

This is why it is a good place.

The inability to see that those are the things that make this place good and not worse is a handicap of the most tragic sort. 
 
That’s one of the guys.
He was loud and gross and who wears Khakis anyways? Biology professor sheek circa 2006.

Yesterday evening in Burlington I ran into a friend after dinner. I explained that we had tried to go to Pizzeria Ida for supper but they were inexplicably closed. He complained that that’s more Vermont bullshit and he’s tired of it. 

It was disappointing, sure. But if Ida didn’t close randomly with no warning, they wouldn’t be Ida. You don’t get the special beauty of a place like Ida, or Wilaiwans, or Bread and Puppet without a bit of “inconvenience.” read: soulless efficiency. 

If you train a dog too much it becomes an automaton with fur. If they listen too good it’s just boring, they lose all their personality.

Give me piss on the rug and a wagging tail any day of the week. 

Bozo