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The "In" Place to Be... This Week.
I’m going back to Indiana. Indiana, USA.
Otherwise known in political circles as "The Precious".
If you have ever traversed Indiana, then you know the state looks like one large pancake, from one side to the other. And right smack dab in the middle of all this flatness, someone inexplicably dropped a city. The cleverly called Indianapolis, above. Yes. That is Indianapolis. So called, I suppose, because Annapolis was already taken. Modeled after nearby Columbus, Ohio, Indianapolis is the ultimate expression of coordinating an artificial capital with an artificial state. But I’m sure it looked good on paper to those government officials who ratified the state into the union. Although Indianapolis appears benign by day, at night the city takes on a more... sinister appearance. Approaching Indianapolis by night is not unlike entering the gates of Mordor. The tall tower in the center dominates, and I half-expected to see the eye of Sauron in between the antennae. I swear I could see orcs running about in the streets.
So what am I doing in this fly-over country? That question really lies there if I think about it too much. But if you keep up on American news, then you might be able to hazard a guess. Suddenly, at this rare point in time, all things evil have… colluded to make Indiana into the next… Iowa. Indiana is suddenly important to the powers that be, and therefore is the… relevant place to be. At least for a week or so. Then it will go back to the relative dank obscurity from whence it came. Like so many other states that are suddenly important this year. States that have “come into play” so to speak.
So I’m in a small-town diner in some far flung corner of the state, chatting up the locals. At a table are two Trump supporters, one Sanders supporter and one Clintonite. Like so many Clintonites, he is too ashamed to outright say that he supports Hillary in public. So he merely talks in terms of her “substance in policy” over Sanders. What policy, he does not know, since he doesn’t know what it is Clinton stands for. Other than accumulating power. The Sanders supporter likes Sanders but can’t articulate why. The Trump supporters can. First one: “Anybody is better than Hillary, oh my God! She wants to raise the minimum wage to fifteen dollars in New York. If they do that, then all the unions will advocate having their salaries raised in proportion. So why bother?” The second one: “Yeah, anyone but her. She did nothing for upstate when she was Senator. We need Trump.”
What do they care about New York? Turns out, in this little hole-in-the-wall diner in the middle of nowhere, knee deep in the corn fields of Indiana… The locals I’m chatting up turn out to be a table of New Yorkers. They are here, at this diner, doing the same thing I am. Looking for authentic locals to chat up.
Only in Indiana, kids. Only in Indiana.
Love, -D.
Otherwise known in political circles as "The Precious".
If you have ever traversed Indiana, then you know the state looks like one large pancake, from one side to the other. And right smack dab in the middle of all this flatness, someone inexplicably dropped a city. The cleverly called Indianapolis, above. Yes. That is Indianapolis. So called, I suppose, because Annapolis was already taken. Modeled after nearby Columbus, Ohio, Indianapolis is the ultimate expression of coordinating an artificial capital with an artificial state. But I’m sure it looked good on paper to those government officials who ratified the state into the union. Although Indianapolis appears benign by day, at night the city takes on a more... sinister appearance. Approaching Indianapolis by night is not unlike entering the gates of Mordor. The tall tower in the center dominates, and I half-expected to see the eye of Sauron in between the antennae. I swear I could see orcs running about in the streets.
So what am I doing in this fly-over country? That question really lies there if I think about it too much. But if you keep up on American news, then you might be able to hazard a guess. Suddenly, at this rare point in time, all things evil have… colluded to make Indiana into the next… Iowa. Indiana is suddenly important to the powers that be, and therefore is the… relevant place to be. At least for a week or so. Then it will go back to the relative dank obscurity from whence it came. Like so many other states that are suddenly important this year. States that have “come into play” so to speak.
So I’m in a small-town diner in some far flung corner of the state, chatting up the locals. At a table are two Trump supporters, one Sanders supporter and one Clintonite. Like so many Clintonites, he is too ashamed to outright say that he supports Hillary in public. So he merely talks in terms of her “substance in policy” over Sanders. What policy, he does not know, since he doesn’t know what it is Clinton stands for. Other than accumulating power. The Sanders supporter likes Sanders but can’t articulate why. The Trump supporters can. First one: “Anybody is better than Hillary, oh my God! She wants to raise the minimum wage to fifteen dollars in New York. If they do that, then all the unions will advocate having their salaries raised in proportion. So why bother?” The second one: “Yeah, anyone but her. She did nothing for upstate when she was Senator. We need Trump.”
What do they care about New York? Turns out, in this little hole-in-the-wall diner in the middle of nowhere, knee deep in the corn fields of Indiana… The locals I’m chatting up turn out to be a table of New Yorkers. They are here, at this diner, doing the same thing I am. Looking for authentic locals to chat up.
Only in Indiana, kids. Only in Indiana.
Love, -D.
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Lived in Indianapolis half my life. Lived in New York, too. I much prefer Indianapolis. New York is for visiting, Indy is for living in.
Also, the whole state is far from flat. About an hour south of Indianapolis is where the glaciers stopped, so you get some magnificent terrain. Brown County in particular is gorgeous, and amazing if you're a hiker or leaf-peeper. The leafing in particular is on par with or better than New England leafing.
As to the state being "all farms and emptiness and desolation", I suppose that's true, if you're not bothering to learn the place. Granted, all the culture is stuffed into Indianapolis itself (with little outposts here and there, like Bloomington).
Also, the whole state is far from flat. About an hour south of Indianapolis is where the glaciers stopped, so you get some magnificent terrain. Brown County in particular is gorgeous, and amazing if you're a hiker or leaf-peeper. The leafing in particular is on par with or better than New England leafing.
As to the state being "all farms and emptiness and desolation", I suppose that's true, if you're not bothering to learn the place. Granted, all the culture is stuffed into Indianapolis itself (with little outposts here and there, like Bloomington).
I just realized that the picture here doesn't show what I'm talking about at all. Looks very much like it's neatly tucked under the other buildings. If it was like that, I'd be okay with it. Honestly, the more I've looked at pictures of it, the more I've come to kind of like the building itself (even though I really think it looks like a ream of printer paper, curved a little and covered in glass), and it would look fine in any one of dozens of cities, but unfortunately this is what it looks like in relation to the city. It's utterly massive, dwarfing everything around it, including the adjacent baseball stadium and basketball arena.
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Right now, "Indiana is everything" according to the news.
And I agree with everything you brought out. It looks a lot like New England in the south and I'm sure it's a wonderful place to call home. But having crisscrossed it by road, I can honestly say I prefer the view from 35000 feet in the air best. When I first crossed the border, it felt like I had reached the edge of civilization as I know it. Yeah, that Marriott looks hideous. I tried to get a decent picture of the skyline, but I gave up and settled for this one of the highway.
P.S.
(As for the emptiness and desolation, I was talking about more than just Indiana. I have some pictures coming up.)
And I agree with everything you brought out. It looks a lot like New England in the south and I'm sure it's a wonderful place to call home. But having crisscrossed it by road, I can honestly say I prefer the view from 35000 feet in the air best. When I first crossed the border, it felt like I had reached the edge of civilization as I know it. Yeah, that Marriott looks hideous. I tried to get a decent picture of the skyline, but I gave up and settled for this one of the highway.
P.S.
(As for the emptiness and desolation, I was talking about more than just Indiana. I have some pictures coming up.)
Eh, fair enough. I can absolutely understand the whole lack of civilization feel, but I personally enjoy it. I can get almost everything I liked about New York (almost, don't get me wrong, you can't replace a real city), but if I need some space it's a simple matter of driving thirty minutes to an hour in one direction and being completely away from any urbanized area. Heh, now that I say it out loud, I see how that could definitely sound awful to some people. But I digress. In my opinion, everything west of Philadelphia feels like it's about the same level of civilized until you hit the Mississippi, at least what I've driven through. Heck, there are towns in Florida that feel identical to towns in Indiana, with the only apparent difference being the much larger bugs!
But yeah, things definitely get more empty as you head west, basically right up until you reach the coast. I have a bit of family in the Oklahoma panhandle and just...it's unbelievably desolate there. In the winter it can feel like the moon.
Anyways, sorry for going all municipality fanboy on your comments section. I have a particular fondness for Midwestern cities, especially my adopted home.
But yeah, things definitely get more empty as you head west, basically right up until you reach the coast. I have a bit of family in the Oklahoma panhandle and just...it's unbelievably desolate there. In the winter it can feel like the moon.
Anyways, sorry for going all municipality fanboy on your comments section. I have a particular fondness for Midwestern cities, especially my adopted home.
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