New town, new job, new ISP...
Published 26 August 2005
Hi! You've stumbled upon a blog post by a guy named Ryan. I'm not that guy anymore, but I've left his posts around because cool URIs don't change and to remind me how much I've learned and grown over time.
Ryan was a well-meaning but naïve and priviledged person. His views don't necessarily represent the views of anyone.
What you are reading represents a triumph of man over machine. As it happens, Comcast cable internet is not the most reliable construction, especially when finagled through half-century-old homes continuously rented to students. Surprise, surprise.
I find myself in a new city, Ann Arbor—the last stronghold of the liberal elite, buttressing the rest of the state from the ever-pressing hordes of Red Statists bent on conquering the fertile voter fields of Detroit and Flint. The entire town smells of variety. In contrast to the four-square mile Prison of Alma (near to Denmark in being one o’ the worst), the vista changes from block to block: student ghetto to $300,000 single-family homes to century-old 10,000 square foot fraternities to sky scrapers to mom and pop restaurants and shops. It's alive with folklore (more on that later). I hope to find great adventure here.
Included in this new beginning is new employment: hired on-the-spot by an in-town ad firm, I'll be part of a fledgling interactive division bent on unseating some midwest giants. Eventually. In the meantime I've got to learn to function before 10 a.m. again, train myself not to blatantly flirt with the office cutie (it's a job, Ryan, not college—not college), and patch together some kind of existence between the computer screens (which to my chagrin, might be feeding crimals instead of my heroes, but hopefully not for long).
And, as Roland might say, there will be Internet if God wills it.