I’m not moving. I have friends who are moving. One just moved to Tokyo yesterday; I can’t believe they’re gone. But they’re not really gone, especially with the Internet.
Another friend is moving to New York. I also can’t believe they’re moving. But they’re not really gone because we talk on the phone regularly. And we have the Internet.
I just made a new friend over the weekend, and she’s from New York City and traveling the country this summer break. I’m a little jealous of her travels, but then I’ve already done the traveling thing. And it’s just too hot to travel these days. Apparently it’s just hot everywhere right now. Might as well stay home and enjoy sleeping in my own cozy bed instead of some unknown housing situation.
That’s just me for now. I do have an itch to travel and I got me a new tote bag for the weekend trips I’ve imagined I’ll be taking soon. It’s from LL Bean and it’s a tough canvas bag that’s cool but not trendy. Classy.
Today I walked into Buffalo Exchange with bag of clothes, hoping to get something for things I haven’t worn in a long time. There was a line, with mostly skater guys, which surprised me, but maybe it shouldn’t since it’s LA and skaters + fashion is a real thing. I wondered if anything from my closet would be considered trendy enough for the store.
Turns out only a few items were, mostly plaid and striped shirts, and I now had store credit. I browsed and found two pairs of designer jeans that would be $100-200 each brand new that I got with store credit and only paid 12 bucks for. It seemed like a good trade off. Jeans I would never buy with their huge price tag I now own and am becoming more trendy than ever. Who am I?
A theme that I’ve noticed in myself and some of my friends in conversation is the thought of running away. Just getting out of the car, just leaving the house, just leaving the country. All because of the same thing: not liking the present situation for whatever very deep and difficult reason(s).
It’s comforting to run away. It’s fun to run away. It’s great to not deal with whatever we don’t want to deal with. But now is the time where running away isn’t an option anymore. There’s too much to leave behind, too much that would fall apart if we left. So, now we have to change, we have to mature, we have to grow.
But growing up hurts. Growing pains are real. I think you never really grow out of growing pains.
However, I do plan to run away to a U2 concert. I have previously said that I wasn’t interested in going to the see the Joshua Tree tour, and while I am not as interested in this tour as the previous tour, it’s hard to say no to these guys. Actually, it’s hard for me to say no to their screens. I love their visuals, and screens have played a huge part since Achtung Baby.
And there’s some irony in it, of course. The original Joshua Tree tour was all old-school, with just lights and smoke or something. No screens. The complex technology of today didn’t exist back then, so back in the 90’s using lots of bulky TVs to make one big collage was what they did for Achtung Baby and that was considered groundbreaking.
This time, Joshua Tree at 30 looks like it has an old-school screen in the sense it’s only one large flat panel on one axis, but it looks SO GOOD. I think it’s maybe 4K or 8K resolution, so it’s going to be immersive. And that’s what I love so much about U2 shows. That’s why I gotta go.
This has been a long couple weeks for me as I have been supporting a friend who has been waiting on an offer from the perfect job. The interview went well, there was good vibes, even cool dreams about the job, but since the interview there was a lot of silence.
In the waiting so much can go on inside the head. I was wondering what was happening. I even had a dream where my friend had the job already! So, was it all in vain?
Feelings: we have them whether or not we want to admit it. I have feelings. Ewww.
But here’s what I’m feeling today: I feel like a dam is about to burst. A river of good things are waiting to wash over my world, and I need it bad because my allergies are acting up with all the blooming plants and pollen blown about by the windy wind.
I watched the live-action version of “Beauty and the Beast” last night and it was alright. Maybe because I’m a little jaded or perhaps I’m more perceptive now than when I was a little kid watching the Disney animated film, but I found it hard to believe that Belle fell for the beast because he was a bookworm. Maybe she fell in love with his library of books.
I’m working with an interior designer based in Santa Monica named Shay. She’s got me on board to write for her website. It’s the beginning of an adventure talking about the how and what the studio will look like. In some ways it’s all ironic to me, and my brain has been fatigued by allergens bombarding the air since the region is in a huge super bloom season.
This has resulted in tons of pretty flowers, lots of greenery, and lots of stuff in the air that hasn’t been around in this intensity for a long time. Basically, it’s allergy hell with colorful flora. Note my Instagram feed!
Well, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to find the words I need to write. I know they will come but it’s hidden in a secret well. I know the where it is; it’s just a matter of digging it up. And it’s a long, hard dig.
I’m gonna be a bit mystical today and talk about not sleeping much lately. The restlessness is on the subconscious level and at first it bothered me. It still bothers me, but at least I know that the restlessness is a sign of good, not bad. Something is brewing in the unseen world that’s just ready to be poured out like a fine red wine.
The cool thing is that I see other friends who are also restless: literally not sleeping well. While it could be due to natural factors like stress or busyness, I sense that they are restless on the inside because they know something good is about to happen.
Finally fiddled with Garageband and figured out something…my timing needs work. But I posted the song anyway. Nothing fancy, just an ambient drone thing with guitar and a MIDI keyboard. I never thought I would use MIDI, ever. Well, never say never.
As I move away from poetry, I plan to pursue other creative outlets. One idea is to write a serial blog, posting bits of a short story. Another is more music-oriented, but needs to be fleshed out more.
Even though March and the beginning of spring approaches, there’s nothing like getting sick on the last day of February.