Well there is hope after all. It just depends on someone sparking me into action, because otherwise the modus operandi for me is escaping into a virtual world whenever there's problems in the real one.
Tonight my mission was to eat at Pizza Hut. It helps to have a mission even if it is a dumb one. But this mission wasn't completely contrived to keep my mind busy, I actually was quite interested, suddenly, in seeing how a European Pizza Hut stacked up against an American one. Especially after eating Pizza that tasted like a feedlot (as someone in the family used to say) at Siemens the previous day. Well it was pretty much what you'd expect. The ambiance was a little different, granted--there was no burnt-out twenty-something waitress serving you in the middle of a darkened red carpeted smoke-saturated jukebox-equipped wasteland--but the pizza was the same.
This silly little mission cost me an hour of walking through the streets of Munich at night during a cold rain. This was mostly because I recalled seeing a Pizza Hut somewhere in Munich, but it was just a vague feeling that had no coordinate system attached to it.
Afterwards I experienced a few moments of convincing aliveness in the U-Bahn. I was looking out the window at the pillars flashing by and suddenly had a feeling of motion, of moving forward quickly, and felt excited for no other reason than this.
Posted by Alan at September 25, 2002 11:24 PMWe have learned to like Pizza, even though it still smells like a feed lot. Can't really say it
tastes like the substance that causes the odor, though. Recently we have gone to Valentino's
because they have many tasty items to tickle your
pallet. We enjoy your daily comments on your web site.