What do you love most about your hometown? While we're there, what do you hate most about it?
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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HATE --> I hate how everyone knows my name - case in point - everyone knew I was dating Matthew before we actually WENT ON A DATE, and when I was in high school, I could do something and my parents would know before I made it home.
Small towns - a blessing and a curse.
You need to qualify this.
Do you mean the place where we spent the majority of our youth?
Or the place where we developed the most before we hit 18?
Ah, the joys of moving several times before I graduated high school...
I love:
That it claims to have the tallest Golden Arches in North America
That the goldfish I got from the Zellers' grand re-opening lived for four years before I freed them in what I called 'the green green valley' but was really just a small creek running through a grassy divot, right beside the A&P
That it gets so hot in the summer that the tar bubbles up from the asphalt and you can sit in the middle of the road prodding it with a stick
That it was named after a man-made pond and is bordered by a man-made lake
That is has a sixteen mile creek, so named
That the weekly newspaper is all bad photos and re-prints and Shopper's Drugmart fliers but is still called the Champion
That growing up we always had the same mayor because no one ever ran against him
Rattlesnake point
That the bus system was two schoolbuses painted white
That the cemetary is right beside the sewage treatment plant (but was still one of my favourite places to walk around)
That I went to school with a kid named Maurizio who moved back to Italy
That everything felt simultaneously mythic and suffocating
That my high school used to sit in the middle of a field, bordered only by teen smokers
The fifth wheel truck stop
That a friend's father remembers it being, in the fifties, a town 'full of greasers'
That I could walk to the mall in winter and pretend, quite convincingly, to be trekking across the Siberian steppes
That the movie theatre was a warehouse dressed up with a zebra theme
I hate:
That it's all different now.
Sorry for the length -- blog as therapy.
Mrs Theresa So and So of Penelope Lane gives a BIG thumbs down to whoever stole her garden gnomes last Wednesday night while she was at Bingo. She asks that they be returned in mint condition, and no questions will be asked. Also, she says that you are a scoundrel and that your Moma should have beat you harder and/or longer as a child.
Even better is the "scuttlebutt" column in the county paper that publishes weekly. Scuttlebutt contains gems such as:
"Somebody" went on a date with "somebody else" last Tuesday. Rumour has it they really "enjoyed" the "popcorn" at the "movies."
Hate : that none of these things are ever intended ironically.
I've been sent over by Jorge who tells me that you are an expert on Windsor. I'm heading over this September to start a year of teacher's college and I was wondering about the city.
Courtney
Enjoy!
Hate: The jerks that live here and I don't mean just the ones in the dating pool. Not everybody that lives here is a jerk, but I think there is a higher saturation of mean people in this pocket of the Rio Grande Valley.
Hate: Soccer moms, insular thinking, the sprawl.