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My name is Mills Baker, and this is where I post what strikes me. I write about love, religion, music, memory, art, culture, media, suffering, and the utterly random.

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Notes

Some observations I will refrain from processing into meaningful coherence:

  • I rented something called a Toyota Avalon, and although I dislike cars and driving, I’ve found it to be such a nice vehicle that I’m thinking about stealing it and taking it home, rather than setting it on fire and pushing it off of a bridge (which I hoped to do to my last rental).
  • My hotel room, needlessly large, has two televisions, one of which hangs over the desk looking down at me reproachfully, as if it’s my fault everything it shows is bullshit.
  • There are scary places in the South; Flomaton, AL, is one of them.
  • I can function professionally without food for more than 24 hours at a time, I’ve learned; if you don’t eat for 24 hours, you’re not very hungry by the time you finally do. It remains to be seen where this leads, but I believe it’s a promising development.
  • Businessmen can tell I’m not a businessman, but they don’t seem to hold it against me; indeed, they often seem condescendingly solicitous when they learn of my liberal arts background, as though -now that I’m not a threat- I deserve their pity and help. I probably do, so that’s fine.

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