Living in Convention world
I was remarking to Becky G, of American Street
last night (she’s a delegate), that we’re living in this strange
parallel universe of Convention Land. I live here in Boston, so I
wander in and out of it every day. I wake up, read a little news
(a very little),
drink some
coffee, and blog. Then I go to Copley to get the day’s media
credential, hang out with the Librarian, and make my way to the Fleet.
Inside, there’s bad food*, no real windows, lots of noise, speeches,
lots of Democrats talking about the party’s chances, and difficulty
actually thinking to be able to write a coherent post.
Then I go home at night, blog a bit more, and go to bed. BF is
already asleep, and he gets up early to go to his summer work. So
even though we live in the same house, we haven’t seen each other in
three days.
My house, in fact, has become a staging area for coming and going.
But I know so little of what’s going on outside the bubble of the
convention. Literally, when I am talking with people now, it’s
all about the convention, because when I’m not there, I’m either alone
or asleep. Even when I talk to BF or friend Matt on the phone,
it’s about how the latest speech played on the TV, as opposed to in
person.
* I want to note that the bad food is at different prices, if you’re
willing to walk downstairs to North Station, which is under the Fleet
and part of its complex. An iced Dunkin Donuts coffee is about
$4.50 upstairs, but $2.35 at the bottom. Same with other similar
food products. Is it any wonder that it’s always crazy down there?
Ecto blogging software
29 July 2004 at 5:38 pm.
What’s so weird about this is that is sounds just as hyperreal on your end as on ours (I speak for those of us on the other side of the television screen). Still, you are in the belly of the beast — or at least the small intestine. And, if your conversation yesterday with McCurry is any indication, you are getting a peek or two of life beyond the bowels. $4.35 cups of coffee be damned!