Friday, February 6, 2009
iPod = Life's Soundtrack
But as I was walking through the park today, iPod being put to use, a breeze came up. It pushed me from behind, making my hair and long sweater go forward. It blew leaves across the ground and around my ankles. It was a mostly clear day, with lots of medium sized, fast moving clouds, so I was mostly in sunlight.
I don't know if it was the song, or the weather, or the increased heart rate from walking too fast (I was running late for an appointment) but I felt like a total badass. My life had a soundtrack. Even if it was just for three minutes, they were three perfect minutes. I felt like I was on top of the world.
Later, on my return trip home, I had another little moment with my iPod. There's a strange part of the park, where all of these huge pecan trees are lined up in perfect rows and columns. There's this strange grid of giant trees. (Seriously, these suckers are 30+ feet tall.) But right now they're grey and leaf-less. As I was walking on the little path parallel to it, a cloud passed over the sun, making it overcast, just as my song switched to a minor key. Seriously. It was amazing.
And another breeze came up behind me, and ruffled my hair and my long black sweater. I laughed, and for just a few seconds, I ruled the world.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The American Idol Drinking Game
1 Drink-
-Anytime Simon compares someone's audition to Karaoke, Lounge Singing, Cruise Ships, etc.
-Anytime Simon says he would rather inflict punishment on himself than hear them sing more.
-Anytime Paula drinks.
-Anytime Randy turns himself into a 1990's Black Sterotype.
-Anytime Ryan Seacrest looks uncomfortable with someone who thinks they're awesome, but just bombed their audition.
-When someone makes it to Hollywood.
2 Drinks-
-Anytime Paula and Randy vote opposite of Simon, just to vote opposite.
-Anytime someone wears a costume to their audition.
-When a back story is shown on a contestant, and it turns out they actually can sing.
-When a contestant asks for another chance after bombing their audtion.
-When someone auditions who has tried out for a past season... and still sucks.
-When someone makes it to Hollywood and starts crying.
3 Drinks-
-When a back story is shown on a contestant that CAN'T sing.
-When a contestant argues with the judges about going to Hollywood.
-When a montage of bad auditions is shown.
-When someone who has auditioned previously auditions again... and is actually good.
-When someone makes it to Hollywood and tackles Ryan Seacrest.
Finish Your Drink if-
-Paula kisses Simon
-Ryan kisses Simon
Thursday, May 22, 2008
The one who has to tell it
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Writing," I answered. I didn't even bother to look up.
"Is it hereditary?" he asked. He told me my brother (who works at his store) does that too.
"He does?" I asked. I knew he was often struck by flights of fancy, but I've never noticed him writing. Not like I write, anyway.
"Not that I’ve seen, but it seems like something he'd do," he said. I smiled, and went back to my page.
He would not be pleased. He continued, "So what are you writing?"
"A story," I answered.
"Why?" he asked. I shrugged, and my pen paused.
"It needs to be told."
"And you're the one that has to tell it?" he asked playfully.
I smiled up at him, "Yes."
It’s one of my favorite little moments of my life, because it felt good to be recognized as a story teller. A few weeks ago, I was discussing my desire to be a writer with my mother, and how wonderful it would be if my only responsibility were to write. No day job, no
Saturday, May 17, 2008
No More Frontier
With that logic, blogs do change the world.
I've been becoming more and more dissatisfied with the government, and maybe it's that I reread Atlas Shrugged at the worst time, but I'm very scared for the economical state of the world right now. A few days ago, Arizona officially announced that they are in a recession. No shit, really? 46,000 government employees laid off in the capital seat in January? Nah, I never would have guessed. What that really means when you interpret what's being released to the news (freedom of the press, my ass) it means Arizona is in a depression.
And without further ado...
The ever declining state of the world has brought about a sad realization for me. There's no more frontier. There's nowhere left to run to when you get tired of the government, get tired of the world. The American Pioneers got tired of everything, and went west. They provided for themselves, took care of themselves, with little or no interruption from the world outside their little bubble. A few centuries before that, Europeans left for
I heard a story once about tractors delivered to rural
I think the scariest thing is that it is going to get worse, before it can get better. That's what is so frightening. When you look at the past, when countries and kingdoms and empires have gotten too overcrowded, too poorly governed, there has been an outbreak of disease, or a natural disaster wipes them out. Cities throughout Europe were devastated by the bubonic plague in the dark ages. 350 years ago, London had been experiencing a population boom for decades, and the city had been built with very poor planning. A fire spread throughout most of the city and killed thousands. We're going to be seeing things like the disasters in Myanmar and China more often. It's not just the rest of the world, there are problems reacting here at home, too. Look at how poorly we handled Hurricane Katrina.
I read Atlas Shrugged at the wrong time. While I'm grateful for it's enlightenment, ignorance did hold a kind of bliss. It was kind of nice to think that only my little family unit was having struggles. To know it's on a country wide - world wide, even - scale, is TERRIFYING. What we're experiencing right now is the ugly side of capitalism. It's the result of kids fresh out of college getting into positions of power. Our failing economy is the by product of America's need for instant gratification. Big business is no longer looking at the big picture. Oil companies are thinking of the profit they can make right now on fuel, not realizing that in two or three years, they will have killed their market. I just hope it's not literal.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Duality?
Right after everything went to hell, working on it was impossible. Even a month or two afterwards, whenever I tried to go work on it, it would be slow and hard to come. When I would have to cyber stalk him for dates and phrases, I was surprised at how ugly and unattractive he appeared to me then.
Now, more than a year after the fact, it's like looking at an entirely different person. I can see that he is a pretty decent looking fellow, but it's not the guy I remember looking at. WEIRD.
I want closure with this guy. And the only way that is going to happen completely, is to close the book on him. I have to finish writing this damn book.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Trudge, trudge, trudge
The problem with a memoir type of book is that while writing it, you feel all of those emotions again. Not with the intensity they were initially felt with, of course, but with all that's passed between then and now, a mixture of sadness and regret has filled the area between. Not true regret, per se, but an odd sense of mourning not only what's been lost, but the potential that was squandered.
I've meant to work on it, I really have, but other projects have sprung up. Nudged themselves to the front of the line. And real life, that whore, has had her fair share of my time. So I've dusted it off, and I'm working on it right now, trying to finish up an important portion. However, I keep forgetting exactly where I am in the structure of things. It's one thing to live day to day and look at a calender, it's another entirely to map out the story of your life in something that resembles a plot, and put push pins on the dates. So I get lost, "Did that happen then? No, that was Christmas."
But I am trudging through. Finishing the portion that has held me back for a few months, pushing through it. Checking back and reading bits and pieces, remembering how good the book actually is.
Man, books that are entirely fiction are soooo much easier.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Conformity? No!
-Jesse