{"id":70,"date":"2004-05-04T23:47:58","date_gmt":"2004-05-05T04:47:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/?p=70"},"modified":"2004-05-04T23:47:58","modified_gmt":"2004-05-05T04:47:58","slug":"crazy-crazy-crazy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/2004\/05\/04\/crazy-crazy-crazy\/","title":{"rendered":"Crazy crAzY CrAZy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Finally, a few moments to relax and unwind.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nI actually sat down and watched the Simpsons tonight, for a change.<\/p>\n<p><em>Doctor: This operation could drastically increase your brain power.. or it could possibly kill you.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Homer: Increase my killing power, eh? Lets do it!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I feel a real connection with Homer. I mean, while he&#8217;s not the brightest bulb on the tree, I can definitely identify with the idea that sometimes we&#8217;re getting input so fast that it gets a little jumbled.<\/p>\n<p>This may explain a lot, but here goes anyway: I like the sweet smell of diesel engine exhaust (at least in moderation). This may be because I had the good fortune to go on many, many family trips for 2 or 3 weeks at a time. Being on the highway for 4-6 hours a day made that a pretty familiar experience. I have many memories tied to that smell; driving on busy freeways in Boston and Montreal, endless green hills in Iowa and Nebraska, Montana with mountains in the distance, I-10 along the Gulf of Mexico, down the Pacific coast of Washington, Oregon, and northern California. I don&#8217;t remember the big trucks specifically, but the sights, sounds, and feelings they&#8217;re associated with are still quite vivid, even though many of them are on the order of 25 years old.<\/p>\n<p>One day I&#8217;ll have to find the money for a scanner and put together some photo albums from those trips&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Finally, a few moments to relax and unwind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random-thoughts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p706FA-18","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}