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everything's white, everything's grey
Jun. 1st, 2007 11:15 am"Should have been easier by three
My old friend fear and you and me"
- "Glycerin" by Bush
I heard this song on the radio this morning, when I turned off my cds for the first time in weeks. Last night Sarah and I were drinking at the Trudy's bar, and they were playing so much music from our teenage years. I felt sort of odd because I have a very vivid memory of standing in my bedroom at fourteen or fifteen, listening to this album. Then I realized that was more than ten years ago now and felt a little bit sad. There isn't enough money in the world to make me relive my high school years but I do regret some of the missed connections and foolish things along the way.
Sarah is leaving us this month. I am really happy that she is finished with her Master's and starting her career as an archivist. But I selfishly bemoan the fact that this means she is moving away. That's the problem with living in a college town, your friends grow up and move away and you keep living here even after you're done. In all the years she has lived here, she had never eaten at Luby's, so last night we went to dinner there.
We met through livejournal, though I'm hard pressed to remember exactly how at this point. Maybe I was scrolling through the Austin or UT LJ communities. But Sarah has known me for many years now, and we have so many down to the bone similarities. She is one of my closest friends, and one of the few who really understands the peculiar life of a kid who took on too much responsibility for others. I really don't know how well I will handle not being able to call her up for a drink whenever. It makes me regret all the times I was not more sociable and took the proximity of my friends for granted.
Many of my closest friends have come into my life through livejournal. Even as old and jaded as I am now, I still have that sense of wonder and idealism that the internet, global communication and technology exist to give use better connections and bring people together. It has been unsettling during the past week to think about what I would do without livejournal as an integral part of how I communicate. Any move to another site would inevitably fracture my social web, and no other site has the same set of things I want.
Oh livejournal, I don't know how to quit you. You are more difficult than a drug problem.
My old friend fear and you and me"
- "Glycerin" by Bush
I heard this song on the radio this morning, when I turned off my cds for the first time in weeks. Last night Sarah and I were drinking at the Trudy's bar, and they were playing so much music from our teenage years. I felt sort of odd because I have a very vivid memory of standing in my bedroom at fourteen or fifteen, listening to this album. Then I realized that was more than ten years ago now and felt a little bit sad. There isn't enough money in the world to make me relive my high school years but I do regret some of the missed connections and foolish things along the way.
Sarah is leaving us this month. I am really happy that she is finished with her Master's and starting her career as an archivist. But I selfishly bemoan the fact that this means she is moving away. That's the problem with living in a college town, your friends grow up and move away and you keep living here even after you're done. In all the years she has lived here, she had never eaten at Luby's, so last night we went to dinner there.
We met through livejournal, though I'm hard pressed to remember exactly how at this point. Maybe I was scrolling through the Austin or UT LJ communities. But Sarah has known me for many years now, and we have so many down to the bone similarities. She is one of my closest friends, and one of the few who really understands the peculiar life of a kid who took on too much responsibility for others. I really don't know how well I will handle not being able to call her up for a drink whenever. It makes me regret all the times I was not more sociable and took the proximity of my friends for granted.
Many of my closest friends have come into my life through livejournal. Even as old and jaded as I am now, I still have that sense of wonder and idealism that the internet, global communication and technology exist to give use better connections and bring people together. It has been unsettling during the past week to think about what I would do without livejournal as an integral part of how I communicate. Any move to another site would inevitably fracture my social web, and no other site has the same set of things I want.
Oh livejournal, I don't know how to quit you. You are more difficult than a drug problem.