Another Friday Night

January 7th 2011:

7:32 am. Rode the bus in the dark, the Misfits in the headphones. Ride, Johnny ride... the old Chinese man at the bus stop wondered if my cell phone had a thermometer in it - I checked the temperature for him. Old people are obsessed with the weather.
One day, there will be no one left alive that remembers the time we didn't have internet and cell phones and satellites. Life was more of an adventure when you had to leave the house without a phone. If you got lost, had an accident, ran out of gas, you had to figure shit out on your own. When you were out of your house, you were just out there... maybe in the middle of the Texas desert, not a light in site, nothing but you and the stars, or maybe on that stretch of I-5, winding through NoCal toward Oregon, trees and mountains and road, or maybe in the middle of Brooklyn, drunk and searching for a slice of pizza at 2am... Life was beautiful, exciting, sometimes scary.
Now it is google maps, yelp and 4-1-1. Everything is so goddamned comfortable. Technology is the death of revolution.

In other news, I did my fourth tattoo today... some lettering (a lot larger than I had originally understood it to be), stayed up way too late and unwisely drank a PBR. All in all, not a terrible night.