the writing club
There are four things I am really excited about in Oregon.
One: The writing club Evan, Leo Elliot and I have. I respect their writing a lot, and they like mine, so it's awesome. I think my current short might become a novel!
Two: Friends
Three: Playing music with Elliot, Leo and Mike. And the recent addition to the band, the electric harpsichord. We instantly got waaaaay 60's instead of 70's, the instant we started using that instead of the beautiful (but all to popular these days) Fender Rhodes Electric Piano.
Four: The neighbors cat and I are really good friends
Things not excited about:
ah The overall pasty whiteness
bay People being too chill
say Having to talk slow for people to understand me sometimes, I feel like I'm in the country sometimes....ha...just now two huge raccoons just came up, and my cat friend helped me (day) chase them off....I guess I'd better stop throwing garbage in the back yard.
ay people just arn't funny at all generally. there is no emphasis on humor here.
effff Fo-hippies
jey really really really really bad art when there is art
haich fo hipsters. tons of people dress decent here, but i learned a new term for them yesterday: "flipsters". They dress like hipsters, go to "cool" (stupid) bars, listen to whatever indy rock is trendy, act the bohemian part, but actually have lots of money, ride vespas, are actually very lame but fake being cool because they really want to be AWESOME to other people and sacrafice who they really are in the process. Sigh.
eye the lame wherehouse party last night, that was "cool", as in, local celebrities were there, modest mouse drummer, scout niblet was playing, but yeah, nobody was excited about it at all, everyone was too cool to talk to anyone else, nobody was having any fun. i ended up leaving to climb a tree and later pass out on Mike's car waiting to go home. Bullshit non-social social events....
jay Stupid architecture, clean streets, no history really. I really miss the oppurtunity to live in old buildings that are insanely beautiful for dirt cheap. I want an uneven floor again, i want the snow to come in my windows. i want a leaky radiator again. i want a bathtub with feet, i want wood floors, i want to put my things there. i want a place of my own in an old city.
kay the fucking natural beauty is making me sick lately. I really miss the beauty of imperfection. i appriciate the natural preservation to no end, but i don't want to live here, the more people, the more its going to get fucked up. i want to live in the dirt!!!!!!!!!!! i want to live in the dirt!!!!!!!!! the thing that makes my day the most so far, i stand by this, is the alberta market. fucking deep fried burritos. there is nothing better. and the old man who works there has made my day numerous times. the conversation ALWAYS goes like this.
"hey young man, how you doin'?
"not bad! you?"
"i'm just taking it one day at a time." HUGE Smile.
"haha. me too. (huge smile) see you later!"
I always leave happy. then, now and again, i wander down alberta too far and it get's wayyyy too gentrified and uncomfortable, people act differently, people look like they so badly want to be important. soo goddamn glad i live exactly where the fuck i do live.
One: The writing club Evan, Leo Elliot and I have. I respect their writing a lot, and they like mine, so it's awesome. I think my current short might become a novel!
Two: Friends
Three: Playing music with Elliot, Leo and Mike. And the recent addition to the band, the electric harpsichord. We instantly got waaaaay 60's instead of 70's, the instant we started using that instead of the beautiful (but all to popular these days) Fender Rhodes Electric Piano.
Four: The neighbors cat and I are really good friends
Things not excited about:
ah The overall pasty whiteness
bay People being too chill
say Having to talk slow for people to understand me sometimes, I feel like I'm in the country sometimes....ha...just now two huge raccoons just came up, and my cat friend helped me (day) chase them off....I guess I'd better stop throwing garbage in the back yard.
ay people just arn't funny at all generally. there is no emphasis on humor here.
effff Fo-hippies
jey really really really really bad art when there is art
haich fo hipsters. tons of people dress decent here, but i learned a new term for them yesterday: "flipsters". They dress like hipsters, go to "cool" (stupid) bars, listen to whatever indy rock is trendy, act the bohemian part, but actually have lots of money, ride vespas, are actually very lame but fake being cool because they really want to be AWESOME to other people and sacrafice who they really are in the process. Sigh.
eye the lame wherehouse party last night, that was "cool", as in, local celebrities were there, modest mouse drummer, scout niblet was playing, but yeah, nobody was excited about it at all, everyone was too cool to talk to anyone else, nobody was having any fun. i ended up leaving to climb a tree and later pass out on Mike's car waiting to go home. Bullshit non-social social events....
jay Stupid architecture, clean streets, no history really. I really miss the oppurtunity to live in old buildings that are insanely beautiful for dirt cheap. I want an uneven floor again, i want the snow to come in my windows. i want a leaky radiator again. i want a bathtub with feet, i want wood floors, i want to put my things there. i want a place of my own in an old city.
kay the fucking natural beauty is making me sick lately. I really miss the beauty of imperfection. i appriciate the natural preservation to no end, but i don't want to live here, the more people, the more its going to get fucked up. i want to live in the dirt!!!!!!!!!!! i want to live in the dirt!!!!!!!!! the thing that makes my day the most so far, i stand by this, is the alberta market. fucking deep fried burritos. there is nothing better. and the old man who works there has made my day numerous times. the conversation ALWAYS goes like this.
"hey young man, how you doin'?
"not bad! you?"
"i'm just taking it one day at a time." HUGE Smile.
"haha. me too. (huge smile) see you later!"
I always leave happy. then, now and again, i wander down alberta too far and it get's wayyyy too gentrified and uncomfortable, people act differently, people look like they so badly want to be important. soo goddamn glad i live exactly where the fuck i do live.