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Ok, back now. Man, we really live it up here. Not quite sure what to think about all the trips, buying extravagant things for our home, and eating out that goes on around here. I'm used to just above baseline level simplicity. Scrimping and saving. Freezing parts of meals for later. Walking or taking public transit everywhere. Visiting museums on free days. Going to the park because it is beautiful and free. Reading. Now I am surrounded by the media whores. There will be multiple televisions at our house. We will eat out. There will be throwing of extravagant parties and $75 ecstacy. Ski trips, hotels, a weekly cleaning lady, 5 movies a week, yoga and gym memberships, fully stocked kitchen, furniture for rent, beer tastings, money in funny colors with funny holes flying around in the sky from hand to hand, exploding out of our shitters like newly discovered oil.
No no no, I can make this my own. I can do this. They need me here to be sensible and grounding. Ha! I just can't let myself be too caught up in all this, gotta remember what's important. Keepin it simple. I am good at that.
I am almost done with the Sandman series of comics (by Neil Gaiman). 20 pages from the final page in the final book actually. I almost don't want to pick it up again so that I can prolong the magical fantasy it creates. Books used to make me feel this way all the time, when I was young and believed in (which is slightly different than taking straight up as truth) everything I read. I got older and fantasy lost a little of it's luster, but Neil mixes so many elements, ideas, and humanity into his comics that it's all magic and True somehow. I never knew comics could be this way. Thank you Ted.
Joe is home (I live with Joe! So cool) from yoga so maybe I'll stop being a dork and talk to him. Yeah! Then finish Sandman, then go to this film festival thingy, and then another expensive meal I'll wager. Tomorrow I get to make burritos with Kris and THEN, if it's only mildly shitty out, I'll walk up and down the downtown area mentally mapping out the streets. I need to know where I am, where the supermarket and drugstore and bars and coffeeshops are. Where the (legal) prostitutes and the post office, the library, the teenagers' hangouts, business district, roads to nowhere, harbors, parks, etc. spend their time. After that, it's time to do some internet research. I really know almost nothing about this country. Public transportation, historic spots, hiking areas, monetary customs, part time jobs, getting involved with wooof, cell phones, these would be good things to know about.
posted by Vanessa @ 22:39
3 Comments:
I am not sure what's funnier; that you think random people on blogspot ( i.e. me ) will believe that many people are crushing you, or that you spoil it in advance by announcing you were in an a cappella group.
Hmmm, I never really expect random people to actually read this thing. My friends think it's funny. But true, a cappella is not actually the most stylin of activities, which is why you gotta bring it a notch higher just to compensate.
What do y'all say when you get lame comments on your blogs anyway? I never know how people even find this thing.
I think yours was a good response: non-defensive re your a cappella history, clear about not expecting to be an Internet rock star, and yet asserting that moderator is lame and (I say) verging on trolldom to mock the idea that people might be crushing on you, a complete stranger whose attributes are completely unknown to him. A nice balance, I think.
Unless mebbe moderator was that wallflower you never noticed despite the raging crush he nursed for you, watching you perform with your a cappella group. Then mebbe you could be more heavy-handed with the lameness angle.
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