How being in Huntington Beach is affecting my thinking

John Scalzi on San Diego:

I say to myself, hey, I wonder what’s going on in the rest of the world.

Then I look around me and go, why the fuck should I care what’s going on in the rest of the world?

This is how I feel about Huntington Beach, where I’ve been for the last week. The temperature is a steady 75. The shore is maybe 800 meters from the door. Girls don’t wear much clothing. Drinks aren’t too expensive, considering. I feel like I should learn how to play the guitar. One great advantage over Tucson and Phoenix: virtually no driving.

It might be for the best that I didn’t get into graduate school at UC Santa Barbara. I could imagine the temptation: go to the beach or work on the dissertation? Beach, or dissertation? Beach, or. . . what? I can’t hear myself over the sound of the waves.

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