Adventure!

Totally Not a Fighting Cock, Paniqui Philippines. Today, I am going on an adventure. I'm taking a bus to Houston. Not a nasty Greyhound bus; I did that once back in the early 1980s, never again. A guy two rows back brought a fucking chicken on board. No, this is a classy bus with assigned seats that recline, and wifi. I'm looking forward to not having to concentrate for two long drives in a weekend. I'm going to Houston for a photowalk of downtown. Houston is a funky place. Lots of people who don't live there claim to love it. Self-loathing friends from Dallas talk of how it's a "real city," which means "no zoning." This means you can have an elementary school flanked by a strip club and a liquor store. Houston is like that friend of yours who says the world can't handle her because she's "too real," ie "free from consideration for the needs of society." Houston is indeed very real. My friends who've actually lived in Houston for decades no longer live in Houston. They live in the…