College towns always seem to have that walkable mainstreety section lined with businesses catering to the college cliche. A coffee shop here. A head shop there. A gym on the corner. A good date spot tucked away somewhere. And a restaurant with a "famous" dish that weighs more than your head. These areas tend to be peopled by that new breed of pseudo-hippie that thrives in the collegiate environment. They aren't really hippies in the sense that they share ideals or goals similar to those of the infamous movement. But they do seem to enjoy wearing natural colors and growing beards and smoking clove cigarettes and. . . I think you get the picture.
And the picture is the point. Now take that picture and put it on a motorcycle, not a Harley, one of those just-barely-bigger-than-a-moped bikes. Then put a colorful, shoot-me-out-of-a-cannon helmet over its head. Then surround it with a dozen or so similar pictures, one of which has clearly taken on the role of leader trying to guide the squad out of a treacherous parking lot. That's how my day started.
On my way to Best Buy, where I did Not Buy a new laptop battery ("Um, you can't buy those in stores. You have to go online and order one."), I saw this gaggle of ludicrousity coming out of a parking lot at me. I laughed. . . out loud. . . actually.
On that note, Indiana seems to have more motorcyclers than Michigan. Indiana also seems to have no helmet laws. It seems that one of those facts should negate the other. . .
Okay, so on the job search front: no ideal job yet. Not in the paper. Not at the paper. Not anywhere else I went and asked. No ideal jobs anyway. Plenty of job jobs. But I think I may prefer to go someplace else to get a job job. Bloomington, which is nice, is a bit too much like places in Michigan, which are also nice, for me to move away from all of my Michigan ties just to take a job job. . . I need to see more places. I may be back. But for now, on to the next city.
I'm grateful for a cheaper hotel room (20).
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