Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper
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Somebody help me, I'm being spontaneous!

When I moved here, I mentioned to my dad that living in Mountain View was like living in a theme park. Everyone's lawn is creepily well manicured; the weather is always perfect; and it's far more clean, prosperous, educated, and privileged than most places. My dad responded by joking that I should make sure I wasn't in some kind of Truman Show situation. (The weather isn't actually always perfect; there's the occasional massive rainstorm, but that only serves to make things seem even more Truman Show-esque.)

Last night, I went out for a run, up along Shoreline over the 101 and around the Google buildings. This is, on the whole, not necessarily something that one is well-advised to do if one is interested in lessening the sense that one is in a theme park, but I did it anyway.

As I was running along Charleston Road, I saw a green-painted metal box, about four feet high, on the grassy median of the road. It had its door hanging wide open. I jogged over to take a look. Inside the box was some machinery and a little red VFD screen. I looked closer. The screen said: RAIN OFF.

It was not, at that moment, raining.

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