the grid
Do most people fantasize about getting off the grid? You know, just packing up and moving to some remote place -- a ranch or a cabin somewhere -- and living independant of the trappings of modern society? It seems like there's some evidence that this fantasy is embedded in the American psyche. Afterall, our country was founded by a set of folks with a similar idea.
posted by Ethan at 11:57 AM
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every single day...if only my creditors could be repaid with spiritual fulfillment ;-)
-ae
Ethan, I believe that "getting off the grid" is a state of mind. . . .
Remember that time in Athens when we went grocery shopping and you squeezed yourself into the baby seat on the shopping cart? It was a fine arrangement, as you sat facing me at a distance perfect for polite conversation. I pushed you around as we gathered our groceries, raising the ire of all the good citizens who crossed our path, decent hard-working folk who simply couldn't tolerate such faggotry, until finally, when we were almost finished with our shopping, some pimple-faced 22-year-old assistant manager came out from his sinister eagle's nest perch and told us to cease and desist out of respect for some bogus policy that he made up on the spot. We explained to him that his rules were ludicrous, and that we would never shop there again (which of course was a lie -- it was the only grocery store in town), and after he and I managed to pull you from your tight fit in the baby seat, nearly knocking over our cart of groceries in the process, you and I fled the store in a huff of theatrical indignation.
One of the things I really loved about Athens was the lower decible level of marketing, commerciality, corproate culture and other gridness. Maybe I can teleport myself there mentally -- like an astral projection -- and thus permit myself to engage in the absurd more liberally.
All the time, man. All the time.
I will, however, leave the grocery cart vehicle-izing to those of you with a build perhaps more suited to safe grocery transport. (I would either destroy the cart or become permanently stuck.)
You can ride the ones at Ikea ;-)
the unibomber lived without societal trappings. Maybe you should follow his lead.
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