A Vision, In Pink
A friend of mine from work suffers from a rose-colored glasses syndrome that I can't really readily define. I tried to tell him that he needs to read
The Myth of Sisyphus by good ol' Camus, but he wasn't really buying my existential dilemma psychobabble (even tho I don't think it is psychobabble). He explained to me that it isn't the struggle with the meaninglessness of life, and the finding of meaning therein; No sir! It is the fact that there is
too much meaning. I shudder to think what this is like, as I am too much of an introspective type who overanyalzes everything, the fact that there would be too much meaning seems somewhat daunting to me. Maybe that's why he's such an indecisive guy -- too many choices, too many meanings (?) I don't know. But coupled with this meaning problem is that he says that "life sucks" and that he is happy. He claims to want to be depressed because so many aspects of his life suck and should be depressing. I think he's nuts. He's found a way to make it all work, and be happy with what he has, even if it isn't the most stellar stuff. Part of me knows he's fucking with me a little bit, but part of me also knows that he is serious all at the same time. I hardly know what to say to him. He's 30, has a 4 year old kid, a wife, and a puppy that apparently his wife told him he has to give away. He wants to be part of the recording industry in Nashville (who doesn't), but doesn't want to sell out to do it. So he's waiting for an opening at a company he believes in. I think he'll probably wait a long time, which is a shame -- he's a sweet guy, and I'd like him to produce my record if I were so inclined as to make a record. I have to say that he and I see the world in very different ways.
I'm glad that Marty has decided to make the big big trip to Nashville. You won't regret it, and I'll be forever indebted to you for coming down. We'll have such a time! I miss you more knowing that you'll be here in a few days, if that makes ANY sense at all.
It's weeping in my heart, like it's raining in the town.
I feel less allergic today for some reason. Best I've felt in a while.
Word up kids. Hope everyone has a goodass weekend.
Scattyness-tastic
This is delibertately fragmented
I am surprised by my recent productivity levels...I can shock even myself, as I manage to have my ass on campus at 7:45 am to return a laptop, and make it to work by 8:30. Surprisingly chipper...and lots of tea and all that. Talked to Jeff who is a great songwriter / singer, who gave me his tape the other day. I drove around to his tape, and smiled at his offbeat lyrics. He's so shy in person, but on tape, he just sings and plays guitar. Huh. So he was at work today, and we talked for a bit. CJ came by to say goodbye : ( as he is leaving for California and parts unknown. Punkass. He gave me a big hug and brought me a Beatles cd (really two, Rubber Soul and Revolver) that he had burned for me. I was sad to see him go, but he has a show in Cali next week...and then he's a travelin' man until he comes back here at the end of August...leaving me in TN by my sort of not really lonesome. In other news, I quit my 3rd job, which may help promote me to seller at the bookstore as opposed to plain ol' cashier. Word. Hopefully that will help out. The wait job would have been fine, but EXTREMELY not lucrative. Blar. So I walked in and quit. I've never quit a job before, so that was weird for me, and rather awkward, truth be told. People say it's supposed to be empowering, but since I wasn't there for very long it just left a residue of strange. That's about it. Other than the crazy woman who comes into the store sometimes, who was carrying a 25 pound bag of dogfood on her head today...talk about strange.
The Ladies Who Lunch?
I basically just worked this weekend away. My real weekend (ha ha) is on Mon / Tues when I am not at BORDERS, but only at Reunion in the morning. Yesterday we went out to lunch at La Paz for awesome Mexican, and I got paid for it. Most of the discussion was officy, but I got to see some of my quasi-bosses (ok, they are my superiors) true colors in a sense. I went with Rob, Jennifer, and Reba. I'm chill with Rob and Reba, and talk about whatever with them, but Jennifer and I have never really clicked completely. The lunch was a lot more casual, and I felt like we were all just a coupla friends going out to lunch, rather than strict co-workers. Whatever, it was a goodtime. Saturday I went to Rotier's with another coworker, one of my supervisors at BORDERS. His name's Mike, and he is an all around good guy, who reminds me strangely of a certain Hagel I know. He's just pretty sarcastic and whatnot, and we ate cheeseburgers and I got to play Galaga. I'm such a little kid when it comes to that game. I love it!
And then last night was sushi with Andy and Norman. T
his story is sort of leading somewhere, I sorta promise... Some people, like Mike, Norman, and Rachel (and probably many many others on the planet) have a system about where they can eat and under which circumstances. For instance, some people can only eat at certain places alone...other places are just "too weird" to eat at by oneself or somesuch. Maybe I have been socialized in a strange way, but I can eat alone pretty much anywhere, but there are some places I would
rather eat at with other folks accompanying me. This is where the sushi comes in. Now, PhiLL and Flynn could testify to the fact that I was not much of a sushi-izer during the early parts of college. My nose would wrinkle up and the corners of my mouth would fix into a slight frown at the mention of seaweed wrapped edibles. But somehow someway, I got into it, (it may have been with the help of my mom's boyfriend, Richard,) and have a great memory for eating sushi with Larry and Ari in NYC while preparing for
Oleanna. After we finished the production, and before Mr. Vigoda hopped a plane to Sweden, we got some more at Sushi Blues...Because of this, I guess, sushi is a community experience for me -- getting together with friends to have a meal together...and so, I have all these great memories of me and sushi -- me taking Justin out for sushi for the first time, or me, Larry, Ari, and sushi, or Flynn and myself eating melt in your mouth tuna rolls and the best pineapple ever, while the chefs had saki bomb after saki bomb. Sushi's about coming together for me, I suppose, so people who like to eat it alone sort of confuse me. But then, I don't have a strict food eating strategy, so there you have it.
