Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Marching Down To Washingtown
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2008 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I'm off for a short weekend in Washington, D.C. to see my sister. She has an MBA so she can help me understand the microeconomics in my cost-benefit analysis class. (Formal economics has the flavor to me of a religion, one of the Pythagorean sects.) And we'll make a jaunt to Silver Spring to see John Stange in The Cripple of Inishmaan.
My sister convinced me to treat myself to Amtrak rather than succumb to the cheap temptations of the bus. By the time I bought the train ticket, the Acela wasn't that much costlier than a regular "coach" seat. Power outlets at every seat! Entry to the special Acela waiting area at Penn Station! Costumed dancers to fan me and bring me drinks! I can't wait.
