Rolling fields of....houses

Urban sprawl makes me sad. I don't like it. Nope, not one bit.

I don't like remembering how a stretch of road ten years ago was corn fields and lush, green pastures but now that same stretch of road is cluttered with houses with white picket fences and windows with shutters.

It's not cool.

Where are all these people coming from? What's gonna happen when all the baby boomers start to die off? (how poetic of me) Will we have too many houses then? I dunno. I'm not an urban planner. Though I do remember learning about urban planning in my Global Perspectives class freshman year. Seems like Portland, OR has it right. Smaller lots for houses, parks near by instead, revitalizing downtown, mass transit. Sounds good to me. But I don't know urban planning. I just know I don't like it when the drive into Oregon is getting shorter because of the explosion of houses thanks to the Bergamont.

But enough about that.

I reeeeeallly wish I could spend the summer sitting outside with a notebook on my lap, a pen in one had and a beer in the other. School gets in the way of my ideas as it is. And work gets in the way during the summer. I just want to pull a Henry David Thoreau. Have my own Walden Pond. But alas, like most things in life, money ruins everything. Stupid tuition. Stupid rent. I could really go for winning the Mega Bucks.

I've decided that if I write a book about the grocery store, it will be called Grocernomics. And it'll have a crafty subtitle as well. But who's gonna read a book about the stupidity of people in a grocery store? Probably no one. Eh well. I write things now that'll never be anything so why not add to the stack and waste more paper in the process?