Bon Jovi and Clean Laundry...
Well, he isn't really the subject of this post but i can admit publicly that i like Bon Jovi and am actually listening to him right now. ("I'm a devil on the run, a 6-gun lover, i'm a gamble in the wind...") I don't know why but there's something about his non-offensive brand of wholesome Amrican rock that grabs me and takes me back to my youth when the romantic ideas of true loves and far away exotic locations ran wild in my pubescent tween head and between my equally pubescent legs. In our youth when times were easier or at least less responsible (more irresponsible?) when fun was licorice whips and Star Wars with a girl who let you stick your tongue in her mouth, when Poison and Motley Crue ruled stadiums around the world. Anyhow, times change and while i still quite enjoy Star Wars (pre-digital edit pre-prequels etc...) licorice and fast women the summer has picked up it's pace and i find myself with a mere 3 weekends left... Fortunately i have plans for all 3 and anyhow, summer in BC tends to extend into October soooo.. The summers may be of less importance than they used to be. That 2 month window in which to roam free across ones neighbourhood getting up early and staying out until dusk, returning home only after the sound of your full christian name echoed across the 'hood at least 3 times, your mother yelling herself red in the face for you to come in... Now reduced to the opptimism of a sunny day or two off in which to go to the beach and escape from the previous nights hangover through the consumption of black market beer and fruit soaked in the hard stuff. Times change and we grow, fun is to be had where it can be found it we should treasure those summer moments of 22 or 27 as much as we did at 12 or 17...
Soooo... This weekend i'm heading up to Klein lake with Alexis for a romantic weekend watching the Perseids Meteor shower on the Sunshine Coast, hopefully under the influence of mushrooms and a bottle of wine or four... Yah, so fuck you kids...
Part II
Ok.. Im home now.. the previous verbal puke was written guerilla style at work... I had intended to go to my studio for a few hours but the apartment demanded my attention. You know what kicks ass? When you do a huge load of laundry cause when you wake up in the morning you invariably wake up in clean sheets which are scientifically proven to give a 68% more efficient and 92% more comfortable sleep for over 90% of the population... Then, after arising refreshed and well-rested you can pull open your closet without any aprehension regarding the clothing you will wear for the day. No smell tests, no wondering if intentionally clashing outfits are "indie-hipster cool" or just dorky. (Um, BTW... Dorky is generally the correct response... Holy shit if the "cool" kids aren't some of the worst dressed people on the planet, way to "buck the trend" and be an "individual." Individuality is so 90's anyway, and really you just look like your an emo-band reject anyway, due to the split-second appropriation of style by the mass media machine..)
Umm...
Yah, so, you wake up and find one of the only times that you can conceivably wear any outfit that you own. Although when this happens, 10 to one I end up in comfy jeans that may have missed the wash and a t-shirt that probably didn't even need washing. In the end it doesn't matter what you choose. The fact is you had a choice. Free will people. Laundry free will. I dress therefor i am?
Whatever.
Soooo... This weekend i'm heading up to Klein lake with Alexis for a romantic weekend watching the Perseids Meteor shower on the Sunshine Coast, hopefully under the influence of mushrooms and a bottle of wine or four... Yah, so fuck you kids...
Part II
Ok.. Im home now.. the previous verbal puke was written guerilla style at work... I had intended to go to my studio for a few hours but the apartment demanded my attention. You know what kicks ass? When you do a huge load of laundry cause when you wake up in the morning you invariably wake up in clean sheets which are scientifically proven to give a 68% more efficient and 92% more comfortable sleep for over 90% of the population... Then, after arising refreshed and well-rested you can pull open your closet without any aprehension regarding the clothing you will wear for the day. No smell tests, no wondering if intentionally clashing outfits are "indie-hipster cool" or just dorky. (Um, BTW... Dorky is generally the correct response... Holy shit if the "cool" kids aren't some of the worst dressed people on the planet, way to "buck the trend" and be an "individual." Individuality is so 90's anyway, and really you just look like your an emo-band reject anyway, due to the split-second appropriation of style by the mass media machine..)
Umm...
Yah, so, you wake up and find one of the only times that you can conceivably wear any outfit that you own. Although when this happens, 10 to one I end up in comfy jeans that may have missed the wash and a t-shirt that probably didn't even need washing. In the end it doesn't matter what you choose. The fact is you had a choice. Free will people. Laundry free will. I dress therefor i am?
Whatever.