Welcome to the Jungle

I know, I know, I haven’t posted in awhile. But it’s been a busy week. I’ve been moving into Milwaukee and been occupied with orientation. Not very interesting stuff. We’ve all been through orientation that before so we know what it’s like: “Here’s the library, here’s the administration building, don’t play with matches etc”. When I get to classes and teaching next week I’m sure I’ll have more interesting experiences to talk about. For now I’ll just post my thoughts on the great city of Milwaukee.

Milwaukee sucks. And blows. You may think that that’s physically impossible, but Milwaukee has found a way. It’s hot, which I can take, but it’s also very very humid. Every time I walk outside it’s like walking into a wall of wet ass. Graphic description, I know, but a true one. Oh, and I don't have a/c so that adds to the enjoyment.

In addition to being the waiting room for hell, Milwaukee has got some weird quirks about it. First, nobody here obeys red lights. If someone is waiting at the line and can’t see any cross traffic they’ll just go right through no matter the color of the light. The other thing that’s crazy about this place is the there are cemeteries all over this place. There are four of them within two miles of campus and that’s no exaggeration. Somehow I think that the first weird thing causes the second. Someone gets hit by a red light running psycho and the paramedics can just roll the body off into the random cemetery that’s always right next to the accident.

The last thing about Milwaukee is that a lot of people smoke here. It also doesn’t help that restaurants and bars allow smoking all over the place. I go out to eat and take a bite of my pasta and it tastes like charcoal. Pizza tastes like charcoal. Chicken still tastes like chicken. I’ve got nothing against smokers, just the act of smoking. But if my canned fruit start tasting like cigarettes I’m gonna scream.