My brother is going to visit probably the worst Biden precinct in the country!

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

So he asked me to watch his cats at the end of March, because he has a trip planned. One of his friends got some sort of job in geological surveying and moved to Alaska years ago, so he'll be visiting him for a week then, which is also close to his birthday and overlaps with his friend's birthday. They're not only going to hang out in Anchorage where his friend works but also take two days with a trip to the most northern town in North America...previously known as Barrow, now some name that I can't spell offhand and won't ever even try to pronounce, so I'll still call it Barrow.

Anyway he'll be able to actually see the Arctic Ocean and be the first person in the family to go do so (or even go to Alaska at all) and will possibly even see some whales in addition to the indigenous Alaska wildlife and my mom is really jealous because she's always wanted to visit Alaska and is talking about how excited she is...well to be quite frank that place formerly known as Barrow looks absolutely miserable. I mean yeah it's cold obviously but I can't really complain about that...but it also has no bars, no alcohol sales...alcohol is legal if you import it yourself but you have to get a permit and it sounds like a mess...and obviously due to the isolation there might as well be no such thing as emo there. I imagine even cell service is spotty. And everything is expensive (like I hear those plastic wrapped pepperoni pizzas people like to make easy for things like sports watching parties that you find at every grocery store are like $17 apiece there) because of how it has to be imported...supposedly there are good jobs because of the oil industry but still, bleh. Just thinking about that place makes me uneasy! I mean yeah him and his friend will be just visiting, but still.

But it has a Biden precinct...regardless still one of the worst places in America easily.

Speaking of which somewhat related a few days my supervisor was talking about an Alaskan cruise he has planned and I asked my team if they'd rather attend Furnace Fest or an Alaskan cruise. Every single person besides me voted for the cruise.

[I spent the winter writing songs about getting better]

well to be quite frank that place formerly known as Barrow looks absolutely miserable. I mean yeah it's cold obviously but I can't really complain about that...but it also has no bars, no alcohol sales...alcohol is legal if you import it yourself but you have to get a permit and it sounds like a mess...and obviously due to the isolation there might as well be no such thing as emo there. I imagine even cell service is spotty. And everything is expensive (like I hear those plastic wrapped pepperoni pizzas people like to make easy for things like sports watching parties that you find at every grocery store are like $17 apiece there) because of how it has to be imported...supposedly there are good jobs because of the oil industry but still, bleh. Just thinking about that place makes me uneasy! I mean yeah him and his friend will be just visiting, but still.

Lots of rural Alaskan towns don't have bars or legal alcohol sales given how bad the crime problem is; Utqiagvik is not unique in that regard.

That's more just saying how bad rural Alaska is in general rather than a defense of Utqiagvik.