On not being cool
I'm going to start posting here more, because I miss writing, but mostly because I miss all of you. So there.
I've been aging for a while now, but I think I may be growing up. This is an unsettling thing for me on some level, because it means that I risk becoming a "grown up". Here are my symptoms:
1. I no longer go to shows, unless it's something I really really want to see.
No more
"Whar do you want to do?"
"I dunno, who's playing tonight?".
Now it's more
"What do you want to do tonight?"
"I want to do the following things in the following order: I want to watch the news, I want to have dinner, I want to play with the cats a little, and then I want to maybe walk on the treadmill, take a hot bath and either go to sleep or look at antique maps on the internet all night, depending on if I have to get up tomorrow or not."
2. None of the albums I've been listening to heavily were made in the last decade.
For the record (ha, pun) they are
What's Going On- Marvin Gaye
Worker's Playtime- Billy Bragg
Greatest Hits- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (shut up.)
3. My friends and relations mostly have real jobs. Even my friend the anarcho syndicalist I know is a shift leader at Starbucks, although he insists that it's not the same thing as being a manager...Six of one, half dozen of the other...
5. My ambitions no longer involve painting, becoming a music journalist, travel writer, or political operative They involve working for a catering company, a university food service gig, or perhaps, to quote my friend Jason at school "a little restaurant where you make just enough to pay everybody and don't really have to work too hard". Those places do exist. Of course, some of them are heavily in debt to the mob, but I don't think they have a big presence out here, at least not since prohibition ended.
6. All I want for christmas? A KitchenAid Mixer. Black or red. Lisa's parents are getting it for us. I am freaking elated.
7. :Lisa and I are trying to have a kid. Minty if it's a girl, Qwerty if it's a boy. That or Axl Rose Newman for a boy and November Rain Newman for a girl. God, my kids are going to hate me so much...I will embarrass them at every turn. Ha!
So yeah, I'm getting older, which the jaded hipster Colin of the early 21st century would not have approved of. But that's a Change We Can Believe In.
This has been a long fucking decade. I'm ready for the next one.
I've been aging for a while now, but I think I may be growing up. This is an unsettling thing for me on some level, because it means that I risk becoming a "grown up". Here are my symptoms:
1. I no longer go to shows, unless it's something I really really want to see.
No more
"Whar do you want to do?"
"I dunno, who's playing tonight?".
Now it's more
"What do you want to do tonight?"
"I want to do the following things in the following order: I want to watch the news, I want to have dinner, I want to play with the cats a little, and then I want to maybe walk on the treadmill, take a hot bath and either go to sleep or look at antique maps on the internet all night, depending on if I have to get up tomorrow or not."
2. None of the albums I've been listening to heavily were made in the last decade.
For the record (ha, pun) they are
What's Going On- Marvin Gaye
Worker's Playtime- Billy Bragg
Greatest Hits- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (shut up.)
3. My friends and relations mostly have real jobs. Even my friend the anarcho syndicalist I know is a shift leader at Starbucks, although he insists that it's not the same thing as being a manager...Six of one, half dozen of the other...
5. My ambitions no longer involve painting, becoming a music journalist, travel writer, or political operative They involve working for a catering company, a university food service gig, or perhaps, to quote my friend Jason at school "a little restaurant where you make just enough to pay everybody and don't really have to work too hard". Those places do exist. Of course, some of them are heavily in debt to the mob, but I don't think they have a big presence out here, at least not since prohibition ended.
6. All I want for christmas? A KitchenAid Mixer. Black or red. Lisa's parents are getting it for us. I am freaking elated.
7. :Lisa and I are trying to have a kid. Minty if it's a girl, Qwerty if it's a boy. That or Axl Rose Newman for a boy and November Rain Newman for a girl. God, my kids are going to hate me so much...I will embarrass them at every turn. Ha!
So yeah, I'm getting older, which the jaded hipster Colin of the early 21st century would not have approved of. But that's a Change We Can Believe In.
This has been a long fucking decade. I'm ready for the next one.