The day in sidewalk futility

Today, while waiting at a stop light, I watched a man outside of Bauhaus attempting to staple poster to a pole. A metal pole. Poor guy, just banging away at that metal pole. Initially my thought was to give him the benefit of the doubt, after all those poles are always plastered with the bills of events past which could make determining what substrate one is dealing with difficult, and my vantage as driver might have given me an advantage at making that determination. Or perhaps he had some sort of super-staples capable of penetrating metal. But as I watched him hopelessly bludgeon the pole, then examine his stapler to see if it's jammed, then continue to wale away, I simply thought that for someone who makes a living by attaching paper to poles, his ability to discern a metal pole from a wooden one is pathetically under-honed.

Does it make me a bad guy

when, posed with the question of
"How are you?"
my reply of "Oh just fine"
is invariably recounted
to you as a lie?

In need of rations

Have you seen the outside?! Snow accumulation in early December, that doesn't happen here!

This winter has me thinking about the past; about where I've been and where I am now. This time last year was a cold time for myself, both figuratively and literally. I make the following statements with some trepidation & with the risk of sounding overly dramatic, but it really provides an accurate summation of how I was feeling that the time. My spirit was broken, as was my central heating. I had really never experienced such a cold winter in my life, it being the first I had really spent sans the comfort or structure of a familial or academic institution. Without delving into too much detail, I can say there was a significant feeling of malaise in both my personal and "professional" life. Some nights I would wake up in my apartment and sit upright in my bed, and it would be so cold I could see my breath. I may have been more upset about the situation had not the state of my apartment been such a strikingly accurate allegory of my life at large at the time.

Fast forward a year. Events in my life are definitely trending in a more sanguine direction. I have a "good" job that is nice and "steady". I've been engaging in "healthier" relationships. But I still maintain a "cynical as best" mindset. Call it a defense mechanism I guess. The winter is still young. Maybe in a year I can write about how this was my warmest winter on record.

I would love to elaborate more, but my brain cells are currently ensconced within 6 tallboys worth of Rainier beerz.

So a goodnight I bid to you, fair reader...

What

am I suppose to even write right now.
I have nothing to say.
But, I have resolved to post.

Impressive huh?

Oops

Oh yea this thing, suppose to keep this up to date, inform the world of my going-ons, etc etc.



Well.


I'm still alive. Being a "responsible adult". Daily grinding, weekend warrior-ing, cyclical living. Ugh.

I feel like I've fallen off of the face of the earth, more so than I typically tend to do anyways. Mostly because I moved so much closer the actual edge of the earth (aka Magnolia). I've fallen off the face of the Earth and become the Haley's Comet of friends.


What else...well, I've resolved to do at least one thing in the near future, and that is head out to one of these:




Yes, a pumpkin patch.Why, you may ask, of all things, why is this a priority? Well besides the seasonal implications, it recently dawned on me that the entirety of my pumpkin-purchasing career has solely been from ye old local grocery outlet. Not once in my life have I gone out to a pumpkin patch and picked a pumpkin straight off the vine (I can only assume that's how you do it anyways, since I have, you know, never actually been). And for whatever reason, this struck me as odd, and I said to myself: "Self.... NAY, not this year! This year I crusade against thy grocery store. I will commune with nature! And she will guide me to the perfect pumpkin to procure...So, I'm going to go do that.


Here's a photo and here's hoping 75 years doesn't elapse before my next post.


more?



-jr

Last Weekend

(stolen photograph)

TTHHEE (after)PPAARRTTYY

I actually can't take credit for the photos below...as we were leaving I found a camera on the ground, and I totally would have taken it to the lost and found, had the poor little guy not saw an untimely death by dancing and had been smashed to shit...condolences to the mystery photographer as well as thanks for archiving the night...though the camera has passed on it's memory remains, well, in it's memeory card, so in, uh, memory of Mr. and/or Mrs. Olympus FE-190 I give you...

Justice/Diplo after party @ Neumos VIP Room: