30 5 / 2012
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over freedom, explosions, and titties. ‘MERICA
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24 5 / 2012
I was asked….
What makes me happy. And then to do that for a career. The honest truth is, since I came to Minnesota, I’ve never had the luxury of looking ahead. It was always the next day. I didn’t have the opportunity to look 10 or even 5 years ahead. And now, with this new found freedom, I don’t know what to do with it.
I used to read Superman, Earth One to get perspective and remind myself that there is literally anything I can do. But I feel myself pulled in all kinds of directions, I don’t know what to do.
I used to have jobs based on making money to survive. Now I don’t know what to do when the need to survive isn’t my only option anymore. Do I write? Do I teach history? Have no fucking clue.
I don’t know what makes me happy, I don’t know how to follow it. I don’t know how to be truly happy. I don’t know if I ever have.
24 5 / 2012
The new trailer for The Great Gatsby was released a few days ago. It remains one of my favorite books to reread over and over again. The trailer looks equally as good. The casting superb, the outfits giant and outlandish, the women and liquor flowing like rivers. And yet through the translation to film, it remains the story I love. The color yellow.
Ah….. the yellow. The unfulfilled love, the cheating, the heartbreak.
The story stays as relevant now as it did almost a century ago. The mindless hedonism, the buy now and pay later frame of mind, the drowning of problems in whiskey and women or men. Have we changed at all? Has the throwing of gaudy parties been replaced at all? No. I am just as bad as Jay Gatsby. We all are. It has only gotten easier with time. Anyone can still throw parties and get certain people to them. Facebook stalking has only made it easier for the poorer of us to get the information we need. The alcohol has gotten better though. We are still living in a time of our roaring 20s. What will we do when it comes time to pay our tab?
03 5 / 2012
This is the first post using my new keyboard
You have no idea how fucking LIBERATING it feels to get rid of my old steel backed, mechanical keyboard that sounded like I was running plastic through a wood chipper.
So good.
And now, I feel like I can WRITE. Something of meaning. Something of consequence.
But the keys feel SOOOOO good under my fingers. Like they were made for each other. So the deep, philosophical post will have to wait until the novelty of this wears off.
02 5 / 2012
I want a suit. Badly. No one in my family owns one, and if they have to buy it, its usually the one they’re buried in. I’ve broken plenty of stereotypes in my family before, I’ll add this one to the list.
Charcoal grey.
48 long.
The coat? Something a girl would look good in when she gets cold.
