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Post by geneweigel on Jul 29, 2016 23:24:29 GMT -5
A few months ago, I went to Camelback Resort in the Poconos and now I'm at Hershey Pennsylvania (after hours of looking for another hotel after a room that smelled was the only one available!)
I havent been to the amusement park here since 1978. I went to the chocolate history stuff about ten years ago in the winter just for the kids to go to the pool and look at caves and shit.
Its blur all I remember was going on a freaky upside down wheel ride "enterprise" to see if I could beat it after freaking out on the same exact ride at Great Adventure in New Jersey in 1977.
I fucking hate roller coasters so I go to these parks and drink if I can while I wait for the kids to go to the next one.
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Post by geneweigel on Aug 1, 2016 8:58:52 GMT -5
The thrift stores are fucking endless with books for a song but the selection was slim to none in sci-fi/fantasy. Lots of "Christian book" sections which at first sounded "Ancient/Medieval intriguing" but it was just weird low brow shit.
I did get a paperback of THE NAME OF THE ROSE for 50 cents. I recall my godmother reading the hardcover when it was fresh (1981? It said originally published 1980. This was a 1987 second reprint of the initial paperback release in 1983) and finding the map confusing because every area wasn't keyed.
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Post by GRWelsh on Aug 1, 2016 19:51:19 GMT -5
I go to Harrisburg a lot for work (a three and a half hour drive from Pittsburgh), and Hershey is right next door to it. Yeah, there isn't much there. You can get some good dark chocolate... you know, as if you couldn't get that in New York!
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Post by geneweigel on Aug 1, 2016 21:20:31 GMT -5
Thats the place where the bad hotel room was in Harrisburg. Some Jimmy Carter looking guy gave me a song and dance in the parking lot: " My horse trailer is stuck down there on the highway. We need a spare tire and my Dad is going to mail you 12 bucks..." in one breath. Heh. I think I scared the living shit out of him.
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Post by geneweigel on Aug 3, 2016 8:43:08 GMT -5
Its when I head to these small towns, upstate NY especially, that I pick up on where current American POV comes from. I was hearing that song from FALLOUT 4 echo in my mind by Bing Crosby's brother Bob "WAY BACK HOME" (1935)...
The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest
Way back, way back, way back home
The neighborhoods in the city have these, what I call, "adaptoid" people who come from small towns with the same fervor but apply it towards literal urban garbage. I think its always been this way even going back to original Rome dealing with Christians followed by Christian Rome dealing with "pagans".
Weird.
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Post by GRWelsh on Aug 3, 2016 10:25:34 GMT -5
I like the way some of these video games make use of old songs... it is an interesting contrast of grim apocalyptic ruins to upbeat, nostalgic songs from the 1930's. I guess you can get the same effect today driving through Detroit listening to Annette Hanshaw.
A local town around here named New Kensington, just northeast of Pittsburgh, is like a mini-Detroit. Driving through downtown is like "Fallout -- the movie." It has the 1950's look, but with a lot of boarded up windows. I half expect to see tumbleweeds rolling through when I'm there... Or Gamma World mutants!
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Post by geneweigel on Aug 3, 2016 10:49:03 GMT -5
Yeah, I think the most catchy on FALLOUT 4 is CIVILIZATION ("Bongo, Bongo, Bongo. He don't want to leave the Congo" 1947) by Danny Kaye and the Andrew Sisters. I've been singing it for months.
I think what I was referring to originally in this thread specifically that got me on this train of thought was probably my lack of leaving the city. I'm here 24/7 and maybe two weeks shy of a year so as soon as I leave the anonymity disappears. Then people that I'd normally walk by are looking for interaction which to me is bizarre.
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