Like Outgassing Carpet and Formaldehyde

Again, betrayed is how I felt. Mania for a neighborhood of green lawns in summer was ruining my summer. That lawn was making me buy gasoline I didn’t have money for. That gas wasn’t getting me to work to make me money, nor was it getting me out to Royal Oak to The Gap outlet for cheap clothes, nor to Ann Arbor the closest college town with good books and eats, nor to any oddball Michigan town to conduct research for our project (more on that in the future).

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I don’t wanna a holiday in the sun...Summer in Clarkston, Michigan

Clarkston, Michigan was a mostly middle class and upper middle class suburb. Jared and I were by no means either. Our privilege was whiteness, if that, because our whiteness was at least partly shadowed by our shabbiness and what might be called “artiness”, “bohemian air” or “punkishness”, and likely all three.

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Listening to Anarchy in the UK by the Sex Pistols reminds me of Detroit

I gotta dig up our photographs from Detroit. G/d, we were so young. Poor and getting into debt. Working in Detroit. We were renting a house in Clarkston, Michigan from a minister and her family who also ran a casual southern food cafe. Her husband was a cop. They had two sweet, well behaved, and good looking kids, a son and daughter. We would drop by the restaurant for spicy chicken and coconut pie and dine with the husband and kids while she cooked.

There are so many more things to say about this…like I said I gotta get those photos, but I also gotta meet a friend for dinner.

Later.

The Radio is Awful

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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):
Conservatives
Liberals
People at work
People in far younger than me
People my age
People older than me
Religious people

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?