I am sitting in a Pan(t)era coffee shop somewhere in Columbus. It’s a great place to sit with a notebook. Large, fairly comfy, free samples, etc.
Rowdy group of 65 year olds sat down next to me and basically p0wn3d the joint like a bunch of pool stick wielding hells angles. Their chatter was forced into my head and bounced around for awhile until I could get some ear phones on as quickly as a gas mask in a chemical attack. I was able to drown it all out with some De_Stijl. Youngs and olds are more similar then either would admit.
Columbus has been alright. Some areas have changed in interesting ways. I caught a show at little brothers and some roller durby. There is a new fantastic bar called ‘Surly Girl’. Tough modern cowboy brothel feel to it, 25 beers on tap…packed.
The uniform here is kackies, pastels, mild, soft on the edges. I am more sensitive to it then ever…thats not to say I don’t love it.