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i was thinking today about all the stuff my dad bought in the 80s (the decade during which he was a bachelor attorney). i hadn't grokked until recently how totally brett easton ellis-like his life was at the time. looking back, it's odd that he didn't constantly do blow in the living room while i sat beside him on the couch watching robotech. that would have been rad. but i do remember there were lots of those "ergonomic" work chairs that make you sit on your knees, we had TWO amiga computers, and every drawer was full of stuff he bought at the sharper image (there was the camera with four lenses that was supposed to take 3d pictures, and the hand-held photocopier that you could run along a column of text and which spooled out a continuous, nearly illegible printout). actually, now that i think about it, there's something kind of cool in his thing for brookstone-type stores. i think if you really like the sharper image, it means you're optimistic: it's kind of the last refuge for people who still believe in the emancipatory potential of technology.
i guess i was thinking about my dad buying things because i've been buying lots of things. like, if i were some kind of psycho-geologist from my own future and i were giving a descriptive name to each era of my life, 2007 has definitely witnessed the dawn of the spendiferous period. moneyassic? dude, i like this idea of mapping my life to the mesozoic era. that would mean i'm just entering my jurassic period, which is totally when the cool dinosaurs started showing up.
but yeah, the money thing. i guess because i don't really have that many friends here, and i'm kind of in a holding pattern, jiyoung-wise, all i can do to pass the time is spend money on stuff. first off, i'm totally becoming a yuppie. it happened so fast. one day i was walking down broadway in my one pair of ripped, ill-fitting jeans and the next day i owned a volvo, had a personal trainer, and wore versace eyeglasses. i think this must be happening because i don't have enough art-school types around to straighten me out. all i have is this job, and this 30 minute commute, and this ikea futon. between those three, there isn't much in the way of positive influences in my life right now.
but here's the stuff i buy:
-magazines. tons of them. and the weird thing is that i can't remember anything that i've read in any of them. they're like intellectual fiber. hopefully the reading is toning my brain, at least.
-replacement parts for my remote controlled fw-190. it's this huge, fragile airplane that i bought -- against the advice of the internet. my personal record for time aloft is about twenty seconds. i have totalled it twice, and repairing it has become my knitting-like kinaesthetic weekend ritual. i really enjoy crashing it. each wreck is like a snowflake, with its own special debris pattern.
-patrick o'brian books. wow. the series is like fifteen books long or something, and i'm only three into it. i like knowing i've got several months' worth of entertainment nailed down in advance. it's comforting.
-car washes. they make me feel guilty. but if dirt gets on the c30, i get really antsy. i feel like i'll be spurned by... whom? society? other yuppies? i dunno. but anyway, i don't wanna be spurned!
-protein shakes. i need to exceed 2500 calories per day in order to obtain the trunklike neck i've always wanted. and on the subject of working out: it sucks, completely. i fucking hate exercise. it's the perfect combination of boring and painful. and you're surrounded by people who are either rightfully miserable or inexplicably perky, the latter group being the people whom i am probably trying to impress by washing my car compulsively. i imagine that their lives contain lots of casual sex with other buff gym-dwellers. do you think they yell inspirational slogans at one another while they do it? do their abs make a washboard noise as they rub against one another?
my neighbor has loud, prolonged humpfests on saturday mornings. her boyfriend is some kind of sexual magician or something. he's the dumbledore of humping.
that's the other thing. i'm getting a dirty mind. i wonder if marriage will help out with that?
i guess i was thinking about my dad buying things because i've been buying lots of things. like, if i were some kind of psycho-geologist from my own future and i were giving a descriptive name to each era of my life, 2007 has definitely witnessed the dawn of the spendiferous period. moneyassic? dude, i like this idea of mapping my life to the mesozoic era. that would mean i'm just entering my jurassic period, which is totally when the cool dinosaurs started showing up.
but yeah, the money thing. i guess because i don't really have that many friends here, and i'm kind of in a holding pattern, jiyoung-wise, all i can do to pass the time is spend money on stuff. first off, i'm totally becoming a yuppie. it happened so fast. one day i was walking down broadway in my one pair of ripped, ill-fitting jeans and the next day i owned a volvo, had a personal trainer, and wore versace eyeglasses. i think this must be happening because i don't have enough art-school types around to straighten me out. all i have is this job, and this 30 minute commute, and this ikea futon. between those three, there isn't much in the way of positive influences in my life right now.
but here's the stuff i buy:
-magazines. tons of them. and the weird thing is that i can't remember anything that i've read in any of them. they're like intellectual fiber. hopefully the reading is toning my brain, at least.
-replacement parts for my remote controlled fw-190. it's this huge, fragile airplane that i bought -- against the advice of the internet. my personal record for time aloft is about twenty seconds. i have totalled it twice, and repairing it has become my knitting-like kinaesthetic weekend ritual. i really enjoy crashing it. each wreck is like a snowflake, with its own special debris pattern.
-patrick o'brian books. wow. the series is like fifteen books long or something, and i'm only three into it. i like knowing i've got several months' worth of entertainment nailed down in advance. it's comforting.
-car washes. they make me feel guilty. but if dirt gets on the c30, i get really antsy. i feel like i'll be spurned by... whom? society? other yuppies? i dunno. but anyway, i don't wanna be spurned!
-protein shakes. i need to exceed 2500 calories per day in order to obtain the trunklike neck i've always wanted. and on the subject of working out: it sucks, completely. i fucking hate exercise. it's the perfect combination of boring and painful. and you're surrounded by people who are either rightfully miserable or inexplicably perky, the latter group being the people whom i am probably trying to impress by washing my car compulsively. i imagine that their lives contain lots of casual sex with other buff gym-dwellers. do you think they yell inspirational slogans at one another while they do it? do their abs make a washboard noise as they rub against one another?
my neighbor has loud, prolonged humpfests on saturday mornings. her boyfriend is some kind of sexual magician or something. he's the dumbledore of humping.
that's the other thing. i'm getting a dirty mind. i wonder if marriage will help out with that?