I used to think that hotel rooms were sexy – the privacy, the big bed in the middle of the room...but even a small amount of business travel cures you of that: I now think that Hotel rooms invite solely recumbency and the viewing of television. I almost naturally turn it on when I come into the room; it was an effort just before typing this to switch it off. I think these places are owned by the networks as research and indoctrination facilities. Only in a hotel room do I ever watch even five minutes of Good Morning America..
From a piece in the Nation on the inadequacy of public defender systems in many parts of the country, comes this paragraph, which I think unfortunately serves to do further damage to the person mentioned...:
'One of the few people in Greene County who told me they were innocent was Julian Daniels, 21, a smallish man who works on a quail plantation hanging birds by their legs on a conveyor belt so they can be shocked and have their heads sawed off. He said he had physical proof that the drugs found in the back of his friend's car weren't his, but after calling [scandalously overbooked defense attorney] Surrency three times and receiving no calls back, he resigned himself to paying a $925 fine during the two years he's on probation. "I don't got no choice," he said.'
I'm mesmerized by that job description: that has to be in the top ten of worst vocations ever.
Posted by B T at May 10, 2001 05:42 PM