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nothing's free where we all used to be
Jul. 29th, 2008 05:08 pmWell, I haven't written in a few days. I've been worn out from the cleaning/box packing efforts around the apartment. The area below the stairs is now full of various boxes from cookbooks to DVDs to computer components. Living somewhere with actual insulation and reasonable utility bills is going to be so awesome. We've thrown out so much stuff and made huge piles of other things for donation/Junk Busters. Today I took a couple dozen books and a few duplicate DVDs to Half Price and received a nice chunk of cash for them. The countdown to getting out of this apartment is ticking slowly.
The other day I made Mike a mix of two dozen odd songs from the 90s. I give him a lot of grief about missing pieces of cultural knowledge. I'd forgotten that once upon a time I really loved "Cherub Rock" by the Smashing Pumpkins. Why did Billy Corgan have to get all weird and crazy anyhow? And why oh why does his voice live sound nothing like the albums? (I saw them ages at ago at the Erwin Center only because I really wanted to see Garbage open the show.) Some of my favorite songs on the list are "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie, "Found Out About You" by the Gin Blossoms, "Nearly Lost You" by The Screaming Trees and "Closer" by NIN. It's funny how many of these songs I can remember the music videos for and how nothing I've bought since 1999 has any association with a music video. I miss those. I always thought the music video was an under appreciated art form. I used to script them out in my head while I listened to my walkman on the bus.
So if you were making a mix cd with 90's music that was absolutely integral to your experience, what are some of your favorite songs?
Tomorrow I'll go to the post office to mail off all the Netflix, letters and packages. My back and my ankles ache too much right now. I loathe my useless, difficult uterus. If it weren't for the large number of side effects and prospect of surgery I would have it taken out immediately. I hate the useless pain, the mess and the hormonal cravings for salt and sugar. Hence I've had two strawberry popsicles and a couple handfuls of pistachios. During some of the weekend's mad rush of packing and cleaning, I found my hidden copy of Hamilton's The Dreaming Void. Only a few chapters in, but I'm curious. It feels like I should go back and read some of his other books to touch the fragile thread of continuation.
Life goes on, little by little. I've felt happier lately. Practicing acceptance of things utterly beyond my control is not a trick I have any skill for but I fumble at it. It's funny how those hollow aches of all those things take their place on a shelf. If only all my collected disappointments could be carefully displayed on the shelf like Waterford bowls and lace.
The other day I made Mike a mix of two dozen odd songs from the 90s. I give him a lot of grief about missing pieces of cultural knowledge. I'd forgotten that once upon a time I really loved "Cherub Rock" by the Smashing Pumpkins. Why did Billy Corgan have to get all weird and crazy anyhow? And why oh why does his voice live sound nothing like the albums? (I saw them ages at ago at the Erwin Center only because I really wanted to see Garbage open the show.) Some of my favorite songs on the list are "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie, "Found Out About You" by the Gin Blossoms, "Nearly Lost You" by The Screaming Trees and "Closer" by NIN. It's funny how many of these songs I can remember the music videos for and how nothing I've bought since 1999 has any association with a music video. I miss those. I always thought the music video was an under appreciated art form. I used to script them out in my head while I listened to my walkman on the bus.
So if you were making a mix cd with 90's music that was absolutely integral to your experience, what are some of your favorite songs?
Tomorrow I'll go to the post office to mail off all the Netflix, letters and packages. My back and my ankles ache too much right now. I loathe my useless, difficult uterus. If it weren't for the large number of side effects and prospect of surgery I would have it taken out immediately. I hate the useless pain, the mess and the hormonal cravings for salt and sugar. Hence I've had two strawberry popsicles and a couple handfuls of pistachios. During some of the weekend's mad rush of packing and cleaning, I found my hidden copy of Hamilton's The Dreaming Void. Only a few chapters in, but I'm curious. It feels like I should go back and read some of his other books to touch the fragile thread of continuation.
Life goes on, little by little. I've felt happier lately. Practicing acceptance of things utterly beyond my control is not a trick I have any skill for but I fumble at it. It's funny how those hollow aches of all those things take their place on a shelf. If only all my collected disappointments could be carefully displayed on the shelf like Waterford bowls and lace.