I admired, perhaps even coveted, the lamps that sat on my grandmother’s bureau.Read More
Jared and I were doing some long term planning tonight. In the office. Door closed. Beren was reading comics.
As we planned, I was remembering back to simpler days. No house. Just us. Two vehicles both dependably in disrepair. Simpler. I guess.Read More
Child of the 80s, that's what I am. I did half of the 70s, and then the 80s took me right up to the teen years. So, forgive me when I hum certain lyrics in certain situations.
I would certainly rather have some sage Buddhist wisdom come first.Read More
The radio is awful. I could stop there, but I will go on.
I went on two car rides with nothing to listen to but a.) my thoughts or b.) the radio. I opted for the radio which I spend less time with than myself.
Radio is targeted towards several different groups (in alphabetical order so I appear to be unbiased):
People at work
People in far younger than me
People my age
People older than me
I'll stick with the "People my age" category. We get grunge and Fat Boy Slim. I am not nostalgic for high school days, nor college days.
Fat Boy Slim, yes, "Praise You" is pretty catchy. I like it partly because it is upbeat, and partly because the song reminds me of a talented and eccentric friend who was good at impressions of a few singers, including Fat Boy Slim and Michael McDonald.
Grunge. Not nostalgic for high school, so hearing grunge music does not do too much for me. But, my, my those City Gardens shows in Trenton. Nirvana, Mudhoney, 7 Seconds (not grunge, I know).
We had some good times, yeah?
In a moment, a thing is a part of a person, and then it is not. It is the person, and then it is an object.
We met up another time. I bummed a cigarette as a souvenir. I didn't confess to Sheep my reason to taking his cigarette. Later, I carefully stashed the cigarette and magazine in my suitcase, and flew home.Read More