streams of consciousness
This article on the famous Alameda-Weehawken Burrito Tunnel has the duly researched, gently enlightening tone of something you’d read in the New Yorker. Combine it with the fact that a high speed underground shaft dedicated to delivering burritos isn’t so unreasonable an idea—those of you who have been to Ana’s Tacqueria in Boston know what I’m talking about—and you have one very convincing fake news profile. They really had me going there for a second.
It’s Friday, so let’s play “That Makes Me Think Of”. Alameda makes me think of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, in which the crew of the Enterprise travels back in time to 1986 to procure some humpback whales (Chekov, in his broken Russian accent, asks real passersby, “Excuse me, do you know vere…Alla-meeda ees?”). This also makes me think of the scene where Scotty uses a Macintosh, arguably the funniest scene in the entire Star Trek canon. Macintoshes make me think of their direct descendants, iMacs, and iMacs make me think of my high school photography class. This makes me think of darkrooms, which makes me think about red lights, which makes me think of traffic signals, which makes me think about driving, which reminds me that I actually did some driving last week and didn’t get anyone killed. This makes me feel proud of myself.
And that’s why I like burritos. Discuss.
Burritos make me think of Taco Bell, which leads me to Warren Towers. Warren Towers reminds me of fetid shower gunk, which reminds me of how much of I love Jon Dobres. Jon Dobres inspires in me a sort of innate sense that I am superior to at least one human being on this planet, which makes me feel not quite so bad about having not been accepted by even one of the graduate schools I applied to. *squints*
Mmm… burritos. Should you ever find yourself in L.A., get yourself to a King Taco. King Taco makes me think of lunch. Lunch makes me think of how I didn’t eat lunch during high school because of IBS. IBS makes me think of getting sick at Disneyland. Getting sick at Disneyland makes me think of that urban legend about someone throwing up over the side of the Skyway (which, unfortunately, no longer exists) and it’s variations of someone jumping out of a Skyway car, or someone standing up in the middle of Space Mountain and getting themselves killed. Urban legends about Disneyland make me think of my “Biography of Los Angeles” class from my one semester at San Francisco State University. SFSU makes me think of living in San Francisco. Living in San Francisco makes me think of Star Trek IV.