blue sunrise. sunset.
it feels like a day goes by,
every time you blink…
Lynyrd Skynyrd | Tuesday’s Gone
from NPR's "Gerwig, Baumbach Poke Fun At Post-College Pangs"
I remember being on a date with a girl in college and realizing I was just acting like Woody Allen in a movie -
That's so funny because I feel like I spent most of my adolescence trying to act like Diane Keaton.
We should have met then.
Let’s pretend we’re in Moonrise Kingdom and dance in our underwear and I’ll say something stupid and you’ll tell me you love me anyway.
Oooh there are so many choice, I think the enormous amount of choices that we have these days make it impossible to be happy without a touch of narrow mindedness. So narrowing my scope of grandeur to the very essence of what makes me tick, I am going to modestly propose a camping trip.
Forget Paris. Forget the symphony. Forget even meeting Al Pacino. Camping out in the woods (near the ocean and some mountains) is a great way to get away from the bitches and the bastards, and my own chaotic brain when surrounded by people. To have a day away from everything with the one person I want to spend my time with would be a great start.
Then we would have to have beer, and whiskey, and toothpaste, a few toys (not like dildos, cuz we wouldn’t need that, but perhaps discs or fishing poles or a telescope for the stars), and I guess I need to get some sort of boom box or ipod player to play music. What music. In this particular day I would probably bring a few options, but soul, like Sam Cooke, or some Chet Baker, and also some Radiohead, or Elvis. You know, I guess I’d just bring my ipod because there are abillion songs and if it rains (which is fine because I love rain) then we might want to listen to Bach, but if it’s sunny, and hot, then maybe Led Zeppelin. Or the other way around. Who knows! We would have ice cream (and it wouldn’t even melt).
Wait, am I constrained to reality? Because if not, and my imagination has its way, we are going to Narnia and me and this other special person I stole away from the RL will hang out in a tree house, with fawns and dryads, and wicked witches, and lions and yeah, haha, that’s not happening ok.
NO WAIT. How about just a day of rock and roll, and pizza and lots of sex. Lots of sex everywhere. Yeah, that would be the special day just for me.
“What is your dream career/job/vocation once you’ve finished grad school (no fair winning the lottery etc.; it has to be something you could actually do)?”
I delayed answering this because I don’t have one definite job goal. I still don’t know where my life will be in a year and where I’ll want to live after school. But generally, I have thought a lot about working for a magazine. A BA in Literature and a Masters in fine art photography I think it would be practical and I like what the job sounds like from friends. Like something I could do and enjoy. Many magazines have headquarters around here but if I moved I’m sure I could find one, preferably travel or outdoors related.
My other option that everyone throws in my face is teaching. And hen I taught I half loved and half loathed it. I would do it but only in a truly special place, like a Montessori school.
I’m enjoying working with Marcus on The Tent and film was my other study in college. So if I headed in that direction I would be far from discontent.
And meanwhile writing and hoping I can in some way or another work with flexible hours and location so that I can live in or near a forest and an ocean and not think of it as a daily grind and be happy. I wish I had a more solidified life plan for you but I never was good at that.
“it’s strange how a phone call can change your day, take you away, away from the feeling of being alone…”
Rjd2, “Making Days Longer” from Since We Last Spoke (Definitive Jux, 2004)
This is my class schedule? Can I have your’s?
let’s get popsicles sometime.
Can I come upstairs to use your bathroom?
Tough times for sexy men in their late 20’s. we can’t get no satisfaction.
you like scrabble. you like running. i think you’re my soulmate.
You’re smarter than I thought.
I just don’t like labels.
I wish you could have been with me.
You know I would love to see you but I want it to be special when I see you after so long.
I hope we can be friends forever even if we don’t talk all the time.
It’s when you get angry that I don’t give enough to you that causes problems.
I believe in you and love you dearly.
Now I am listening to Beethoven’s final piano concerto, I miss your playing.
How could you not know you have herpes??
I love you. Teach those Orientals sum English.
If you were happy I would make no critical comment.
I like you. You don’t get to decide what it is I like or don’t like. That’s for me to decide.
I’m sorry. It’s just bad timing.