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Loose connections unravel easily and I find my original plans for Seattle disintegrate suddenly. I arrive in the city, trying to traverse freeways on a poorly sign-posted urban bike trail, and wonder why I am here. I realise that I don’t want to be in the city and I have no real reason to be. I stay with Tom and Jacky, ardent cycle tourers that I contact through Warm Showers, and their house provides a welcome hiding place. I don’t go downtown.

I go with Tom and Jacky to a Saturday evening card night and acquire an instant reputation as a card shark by soundly beating all present. It’s a good thing we weren’t playing for money or I might have really been in trouble.

At the party, a precocious five year old introduces herself to me by announcing that she has kindergartenitis – a state which causes you to feel odd in yourself and not wish to attend that institution of infant education. I am impressed, although not necessarily favourably, by meeting such a young child that has a syndrome that she can name and expound upon so eloquently. She goes on to inform me that one of her juvenile colleagues has the condition so seriously that he cannot go to kindergarten at all.

The following day I try to unravel the mysteries of American football by watching the first games of the season on TV, without the sound, while discussing politics, society and the fundamental immorality of war with Tom. We demolish Marx completely, in one swift move, by agreeing that a concern for social justice is, undoubtedly, genetically determined. American football, however, remains a mystery.

Seattle is famous for Bill Gates and Microsoft and Kurt Cobain’s suicide. No doubt a number of other things, too, but I didn’t learn of them.

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  1. Lucie Bartosova | October 9, 2009 at 10:04 pm | Permalink

    Kindergartenitis! Hilarious! :-))))

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