Lion's Teeth
I'm back from break and writing a review for a book that I am probably (actually definitely) not qualified to write about. The book is intended for graduate or post graduate students and addresses philosophers and philosophical topics that I am not really equipped to handle. Hence why I am ignoring my essay to write about my life.
The other day I was in New York City riding the metro and remembered how comforting the hum of the metro rail coming in was when I visited the city with my father when I was younger. I remember being terrified of all of the people and standing closer to him then I usually would and hearing the train coming and feeling the roar spread through my body and feeling like I could float away on the noise and out of the crowd. These days I usually consider throwing myself in front of metro trains when I reflect on my life and situation, and it was nice to feel nostalgia for when I was younger. I got the same feeling drinking on the East River later that night, while David played guitar and we sang the hits of the Mountain Goats and I remembered doing the same thing every night my sophomore year.
Speaking of the Mountain Goats I am going to see them this weekend, tres exciting. And on another John Darnielle note, I purchased a CD entitled "Dispatches from the Southern Paradise: a Compilation of Brutal Colombian Death Metal" and it will be reviewed shortly (i.e. whenever David returns it) in contrast to Pig Destroyer's "Phantom Limb."
Stay tuned for a list of reasons to freeze to death and the review.
The other day I was in New York City riding the metro and remembered how comforting the hum of the metro rail coming in was when I visited the city with my father when I was younger. I remember being terrified of all of the people and standing closer to him then I usually would and hearing the train coming and feeling the roar spread through my body and feeling like I could float away on the noise and out of the crowd. These days I usually consider throwing myself in front of metro trains when I reflect on my life and situation, and it was nice to feel nostalgia for when I was younger. I got the same feeling drinking on the East River later that night, while David played guitar and we sang the hits of the Mountain Goats and I remembered doing the same thing every night my sophomore year.
Speaking of the Mountain Goats I am going to see them this weekend, tres exciting. And on another John Darnielle note, I purchased a CD entitled "Dispatches from the Southern Paradise: a Compilation of Brutal Colombian Death Metal" and it will be reviewed shortly (i.e. whenever David returns it) in contrast to Pig Destroyer's "Phantom Limb."
Stay tuned for a list of reasons to freeze to death and the review.