On ground rules, hygiene and running at night.

7 12 2008

Tonight’s dispatch comes to us from our correspondents on the West Coast. Apparenty greater metro Seattle is experiencing some measure of a hard-fought urban revival. At the risk of coming across as heavy-handed, I’ll place emphasis on the hard-fought part.

Long gone are the days of flannel, grunge and the truth that made watching “Singles” at once so funny and so unsettlingly real. No, our caffeine-laced pioneers of the drab chîc are swimming around in the same waters everyone else is: Thunderbird, urban blight, a whole lot of meth (which comes from the country and the suburbs, by the way, not the warehouse district) and, if you’re lucky, a bottle of Irish Rose.

What is it that makes “fun now” a good idea or a bad one? I suppose that hinges on your definition of “good.” In the past I have counseled on the qualities of abstinence. No no, not THAT kind. I mean letting a questionable experience pass you by in favor of not having that little talk with yourself a few hours or days down the pike where you say things, with the help of a mirror, like “How the hell did I get here?” These are also the moments where you find yourself calculating how quickly a human body accelerates in freefall, whether or not your legs can hold up under the impact of a 13 foot drop, and how long your stamina will hold out, fleeing on foot at a fairly good clip, through unfamiliar suburban terrain in the dark. All I can say to that is really, really watch our for lawn sprinklers.

As I said, in the past, I have counseled abstinence from such situations. But I’ll admit that in the recent interval I have elected to participate fully in some excursions that, upon reviewing the tapes, did not meet my previous qualifications for a good idea. But these subtleties and semantics tend to add nuance and flavor to a life, even if they do take something of a toll on a body, I have found. Let’s avoid getting too far down this slippery, slippery slope, though, by taking a moment to observe a few basic rules for which the breaking cannot be countenanced. They are simpler to call to mind than you might think.

1. Avoid armed standoffs. In essence, gunplay is only entertaining on TV. If the situation may involve small arms fire of any kind, it’s not worth it.

2. Have an exit strategy. This, above all others, is probably the most important rule. Almost any situation can be sampled safely if you have at your disposal a simple, viable route out. The simplicity of this idea, though, belies its inner complexity. A good exit strategy takes into account physical obstacles such as blocked doors, small bathroom windows, parking garages that are not manned at all hours, customs, border crossings, etc. It also incorporates the need for resources including physical stamina, cash or basic hand tools. (See my earlier example). In addition, a good strategy takes into account factors such as weather, terrain, navigational difficulties both urban and rural (i.e., a reliable after-hours bus schedule, Tube map or GPS system) as well as the disposition, dedication, armament and overall cagey-ness of potential pursuers. It bears mentioning here that a strong grasp of the disposition of local law enforcement collectives and some basic diplomacy skills are good companions. Finally, a successful exit strategy considers the possibility of changing conditions, or the X-factor. I call to mind an instance where I found myself lost in a labyrnthine Goth district utterly strewn with Brits with a heavy preponderance of eye makeup. I had not planned for the situation and briefly called to my salvation an Aberdeen Steakhouse as a navigational aid. For those of you who have never lived in London, this is somewhat similar to navigating a city like Phoenix with the directions “It’s near the Walgreens.”

3. Finally, and oh so very, very, very important. If at any time, under any circumstances, you find yourself in a location or a group of people that has anything to do with an electric bull, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. There is nothing that the well-traveled gentleman or lady has to gain from mechanized livestock.

As a result of my moderately recent adventures, then, I must take exception with the Experiential Abstinence Policy (EAP) and add this caveat: In some instances, all else being equal, and if a few unbreakable rules are still observed, there is wiggle room. That which is fun right now is probably worth trying at least once. And there is good news to be enjoyed. First off, if you’re on the move, with no fixed address, all you need to do is be sure not to share any errant personal information like cell phone numbers, don’t leave business cards lying about, and keep your valued personal items packed and out of view. Think Navy SEAL style: Remove the identifying insignia from your uniform before you hit the LZ. Also, try to plan things so that you have a reasonable excuse for going outside during daylight hours, preferably business hours. Witnesses and transport for hire all increase your odds of coming out on top. And remember that a bottle of Listerine can be had for pittance and is outstanding for providing swift, intense sanitation in situations involving, say, an unidentified fungus, for example.

So then. Pack your things. Personal items stored safely. Listerine. Maybe a little Purell, just in case. Try to avoid carrying large amounts of cash. A little recon will give you a sound exit strategy. Watch for firearms and bulls. Otherwise, go make a story!

And be sure to write it all down so we can review it later on.

The above is excerpted from the column “Ask Bill!” an advice column for everyman, featuring commentary and helpful hints for average readers and world leaders on the best courses of action in any given situation.

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3 responses

7 12 2008
Lauren

So what was it… did it involve an electic bull? 🙂

Enjoying the posts,
Lauren

8 12 2008
will4words

To the best of my knowledge, no bulls either meat or mechanical were harmed in the making of this story. However, all the intel is not yet in …

8 12 2008
Stacie

You forgot to pack your towel!
Very nice btw!
Smooches,
Stacie

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