growing up, it's something you can measure
Winona Ryder is HOT. Reality Bites just came on TV--haven't seen this in ages.
Am I allowed to say "in ages" yet? Have I reached an appropriate age where I can get away with saying things like, "When I was your age" and "Four score and seven years ago."
Again, where is the line between childhood and adulthood?
I've reached another mini-theory in this series of mulling:
Part of that line is comprised of the family fibers.
Once you have aided in bringing a little person into the world with your genetic makeup
(whether or not that is a bad thing),
you have successfully entered into adulthood.
Also, if you've managed to slip into your mid-twenties without using "like" every other word.
These are clear staples of adulthood.
By these definitions, I'm half-adult.
I can deal with that.
Another theory is that you enter adulthood when you stop obsessing over money.
Or maybe it's when you begin to obsess over money, mainly its use.
When we're young, most of us could give a shit less that we've just spent $50 in one night at a smelly, smokey bar, as long as we're able to make rent.
We'll even sacrifice new socks and underwear for it.
We'll sacrifice wholesome meals and our cat's food for it.
Even if we happened to puke in our purse during the cab ride home.
"It's when the actual meaning is the opposite of the literal meaning."
I love this film because in the last sixteen years, this can still apply today.
Well, at least the basic structure of it.
Those moments when we leave college and expect to ride on the magic carpet into the peace corps or starring in the art community.
Or making out with your best friend and suddenly realizing you're attracted to him after all these years--
errr...no that last part never happens.
Not that late in the game.
Maybe in high school.
MAYBE in college.
Maybe my mixed feelings about technology are a result of being born on the Generation X/Y cusp.
Dad was about all the latest and greatest
and mom liked the classics.
We usually acquired new technology a year or two after everyone else.
When all the other lower-middle class groups got it.
When it went on sale or could be found in stores, used.
You couldn't just search on the internet then.
You actually cared about garage sales and liquidation sales.
The sword is double-edged.
Now it is much easier to buy and sell things online, but as a result,
you may sell less because there is a surplus of things at the click of a button
and you have to fight to make your button way more appealing than some guy
in Wisconsin who is selling the same shit you are.
The upside is that you can sift through thrift stores and buy things dirt cheap and take pretty pictures of them styled up and sell them for five times what you paid because you took the time to go look and spend that dollar or two.
The downside is, we don't have to talk to each other anymore.
We don't have to walk into a store and ask questions or feel all of the things
that used to be in someone else's house. We don't get the smell of them
or the shelves that look like they're about to topple over,
full of crap generation X's finally removed from their attics
or storage sheds.
Things like old radios, televisions that weigh more than your couch,
phones with cords,
lamps and end tables that are larger than your dining room table,
made with thick, carved wood and open with those weird elbow doors
and magnetic strips worn out.
Half of them have drink rings or candle wax or some kind of paper stuck to them.
Now, we want everything sleek, clean, THIN, and minimalist in appearance.
Or so bloody ornate it could have slipped straight out of the Arts & Crafts movement
or Victorian France.
Well, you can get that shit at Urban Outfitters for a slightly cheaper price.
More later.
I've just been invited to spend Thanksgiving Eve watching Blue Velvet with Fresno's latest and greatest writers. *Mr. Burns finger gesture*
Tootles.
Am I allowed to say "in ages" yet? Have I reached an appropriate age where I can get away with saying things like, "When I was your age" and "Four score and seven years ago."
Again, where is the line between childhood and adulthood?
I've reached another mini-theory in this series of mulling:
Part of that line is comprised of the family fibers.
Once you have aided in bringing a little person into the world with your genetic makeup
(whether or not that is a bad thing),
you have successfully entered into adulthood.
Also, if you've managed to slip into your mid-twenties without using "like" every other word.
These are clear staples of adulthood.
By these definitions, I'm half-adult.
I can deal with that.
Another theory is that you enter adulthood when you stop obsessing over money.
Or maybe it's when you begin to obsess over money, mainly its use.
When we're young, most of us could give a shit less that we've just spent $50 in one night at a smelly, smokey bar, as long as we're able to make rent.
We'll even sacrifice new socks and underwear for it.
We'll sacrifice wholesome meals and our cat's food for it.
Even if we happened to puke in our purse during the cab ride home.
"It's when the actual meaning is the opposite of the literal meaning."
I love this film because in the last sixteen years, this can still apply today.
Well, at least the basic structure of it.
Those moments when we leave college and expect to ride on the magic carpet into the peace corps or starring in the art community.
Or making out with your best friend and suddenly realizing you're attracted to him after all these years--
errr...no that last part never happens.
Not that late in the game.
Maybe in high school.
MAYBE in college.
Maybe my mixed feelings about technology are a result of being born on the Generation X/Y cusp.
Dad was about all the latest and greatest
and mom liked the classics.
We usually acquired new technology a year or two after everyone else.
When all the other lower-middle class groups got it.
When it went on sale or could be found in stores, used.
You couldn't just search on the internet then.
You actually cared about garage sales and liquidation sales.
The sword is double-edged.
Now it is much easier to buy and sell things online, but as a result,
you may sell less because there is a surplus of things at the click of a button
and you have to fight to make your button way more appealing than some guy
in Wisconsin who is selling the same shit you are.
The upside is that you can sift through thrift stores and buy things dirt cheap and take pretty pictures of them styled up and sell them for five times what you paid because you took the time to go look and spend that dollar or two.
The downside is, we don't have to talk to each other anymore.
We don't have to walk into a store and ask questions or feel all of the things
that used to be in someone else's house. We don't get the smell of them
or the shelves that look like they're about to topple over,
full of crap generation X's finally removed from their attics
or storage sheds.
Things like old radios, televisions that weigh more than your couch,
phones with cords,
lamps and end tables that are larger than your dining room table,
made with thick, carved wood and open with those weird elbow doors
and magnetic strips worn out.
Half of them have drink rings or candle wax or some kind of paper stuck to them.
Now, we want everything sleek, clean, THIN, and minimalist in appearance.
Or so bloody ornate it could have slipped straight out of the Arts & Crafts movement
or Victorian France.
Well, you can get that shit at Urban Outfitters for a slightly cheaper price.
More later.
I've just been invited to spend Thanksgiving Eve watching Blue Velvet with Fresno's latest and greatest writers. *Mr. Burns finger gesture*
Tootles.