July 21, 2008: Look, kids! Big Ben! Parliament!
After Readercon, Aimee and I have taken a few days to enjoy a morbid little vacation of our own: yesterday we visited Lovecraft's grave in Providence, and today we visited Lizzie Borden's house as well as Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. Tomorrow we're going to Salem.
I'm not sure whence the true source of horror in this vacation comes--from the sites we're going to see or from the useless jumbled directions we've gotten to "help" find them.
Every system from Google to Mapquest to the National Park Service seems completely unable to describe the non-Euclidean geography of New England, especially with most of it now under repair.
It doesn't help either that the people of Massachusetts view "lanes" as purely mythological, jostling each other on the roads like the Three Stooges shoving together through a door.
I hate traveling. I like arriving places. The best vacations are just exotic places to read.
