In Pursuit of Edjumication
I am living in a hotel room this week. The wallpaper in my hotel room is textured, and patterned to look sort of like bamboo or rattan or something. It was hung circa 1989, along with the colorful parrot portraits that preside over the two full sized beds in the room. Said beds are festooned with perhaps the most garish bedspread I have ever seen in my life. Check that. I've seen worse. I'm pretty sure Elvis had one more garish in the Jungle Room at Graceland---I saw a photo once. The television in the room was state of the art----never. It's one step lower than the sort of set that I had when I was a kid that had a dial on it to change the channel to one of the three channels (if you didn't count the UHF channels) that were on television. And I am listening to Taylor Swift . How did I get here? When did I begin to settle for this sort of thing? I am terrified of what this room would look like if I pulled out a portable black light and ...