A Little Revelation

I was thumbing through emails this morning as I started my Thursday, and I had yet another message about PantherFest. I won’t be attending this event, but it made me think about how the festival season completely blew by me this year.

I was living in Milwaukee all summer, and this is the first time I can remember since I’ve been in college that I didn’t go to a single ethnic festival all summer long. Michelle and I had a couple hours at the State Fair, but that was it. I even missed Summerfest and fireworks on the 3rd of July by the lake.

Next year I’ll probably be more settled in and whatnot, so I imagine things will be different.

Here’s another little revelation, though– I’ve never lived in Milwaukee over the winter. I don’t think it’ll be any different than what I’m used to in other parts of the state. I guess the commute could suck more, with things like trudging through the snow on my way to the bus stop, etc.

*Sigh*

Only 110 days until Christmas.

Matrimonial of Omaha

We went to Dave and Amber’s wedding in Omaha yesterday (Sunday, 9/2). It was a nice little service in an old mansion near downtown that reminded me a lot of the place(s) where Joe and April got hitched. David and Amber know all these fantastic, interesting and really friendly people– it was a lot of fun to meet them, and we were really grateful to Allie and Jeff in particular, who let us stay over at their house for three days, even though we didn’t know them coming in.

The city of Omaha itself reminds me of a mashed-up hybrid of Oshkosh, LaCrosse, and some other city, although right at the moment I can’t think of which one. Michelle enjoyed the fact that the streets were all pretty straight, so if you got on one with numbers and started heading in the right direction, you would eventually find the place you were looking for. Never mind the fact that some of the streets run one-way in the morning, the OTHER one-way in the evening, and both ways during the day and on weekends.

When I got in on Saturday, we took a ride into what I guess is the downtown area– a place called the ‘Old Market’. They had the cobblestone streets and lots of shops easily accessible by the peds and whatnot. It was neat. We ate some food that night at a place that I didn’t realize was a chain– ‘Old Chicago’ pizza & beer. We split an “individual”-size pie and there was some left over. Granted, it was after 10pm, but whatev.

Right now it’s about 10 to 10 on Monday morning, and we’re working on getting packed up and headed back home. We each have our own rental cars, so that’ll be fun, but at least Michelle’s has cruise, so I can have her set the pace and just follow along. The trip home takes about 8 hours or so, but we’ll probably stop at one of the free-wifi rest stops in Iowa, since I haven’t been on the Internets since Saturday morning, and Michelle has no idea how much she got paid on Friday or how much money she spent while she was here.

They'll Come to Iowa, for Reasons They Can't Even Fathom

Even though I am currently in Nebraska, I am just barely in Nebraska. The vast majority of my day I spent traversing the great, flat, corn-infested state of Iowa. It certainly is a state. And there is certainly a corn-infestation, make no mistake.

As you descend into the expansive, flat plain that is the Hawkeye State, you come to wonder if corn-based ethanol might actually be the best idea for an alternative fuel, ever– after all, how could we in America (or hell, even in China) use up all this motherfucking corn? It is everywhere. People in Iowa do not have lawns. It seems that every spare swath of flat ground not occupied by an interstate highway or a barn or a Wal-Mart is covered with corn.

Two interesting things that I noticed about Iowa, both of which I attribute to its uncanny flatness:
• I continued to listen to WTMJ as far as Cedar Rapids. And it was clear. Just west of that booming metropolis, it was quickly trumped by another signal on the same frequency nearer by. Otherwise, I have a feeling I could listen to it here. After that, I “SEEK-ed” the AM dial for a good portion of my trip, picking up signals and stations from cities as far off as St. Louis, Kansas City, Sioux City, Oklahoma City, Boise, Wichita, and Tel Aviv.
• At the rest stops in Iowa, there is totally free wifi access. At every single one. It’s pretty sweet, but it is also slow as shit. I imagine that this has something to do with its freeness, so I don’t think a person really has license to bitch. I suppose the lag in speed might also be because of all the people parked at the rest stop, hunched over toward their passenger seats, probably downloading porn or something to try to stave off the boredom of Iowa.