zerogirl

speaking as someone who, currently, lives in the deserts of Nevada (3 hours drive to the nearest bookstore, in any direction) it is indeed beautiful (if currently ice-bound) country, mostly untouched with fascinating (if often blood-drenched) history. after living in NYC for a while, I moved back a few years ago & one thing that really struck me was the sheer expanse of sky &, yeah, the sunsets are pretty spectacular (especially if there's a fire somewhere, which pretty much accounts for April thru October.)

the people...well one of the complaints I often hear from locals is not that there's no museums, no theatre, no bookstores, no live music (except for a cover band), & very few community activities that aren't drinkin' at the bar...but that there's no Wal-Mart.

mention Wal-Mart to almost anyone & you'll find yerself enmeshed in a teary, nostalgic recounting of the last Wal-Mart visited, what was bought & HOW CHEAP IT WAS, possibly culminating in an intense orgasm by the recounter (fluttering eyelids, spasmodic thrusting of hips & "it...was...soo...cheap...ohmygod...so...cheap" interspersed with inhuman grunts, growls, & moans.)

so there's that.

also...& there've been many expensive University & Government studies proving this with graphs, charts, & formulae...it's physically impossible to be more than 20 feet away from a stereo playing "Sweet Home Alabama"

don't ask me how it works, but my battered psyche, twitchy demenour, & tendency to scream uncontrollably whenever I hear the opening notes bear testimony to this.

but the sunsets are, indeed, way pretty.

Nevada? No...cross the Pacific like I did. Come to Hawaii.