Anticipating America, Bands, crowds bruce sas driving latkes, Foreskin and Arkan
Foreskin and Arkansas
Thursday June 19, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (3:57:57 PM EDT)
Random truth: when newborn baby boys are circumcised, they take the leftover skin and put it in the lab in a petri dish, whereupon the baby stem cells keep on producing skin until they have a whole sheet of this baby penis skin, and then they use it to help out burn victims with skin grafts. Odd, but admit it, it's resourceful as all hell.
I was looking at a map the other day, and I noticed: there's Kansas, and then there's Arkansas. Which is just AR-kansas, yet it's pronounced "arkin saw." Why isn't it just AR-kansas, or why isn't kansas "kan saw" you know? I had never noticed that before.
time to go enjoy my last 36 minutes of freedom before i devote myself to the Company from 5-close tonite. i got complimented by the assistant manager the other day, apparently i am an "excellent" cashier. apparently college made me "responsible" or some other such shit... haha score.
diamond waves through sunglass days go by. so beautiful to be here and alive.
(except in cincinnati where it wont stop raining and everyone's fat and ignorant.)
Crowds, bruce, driving, SAS, latkes
Thursday June 19, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (12:57:43 AM EDT)
one of the worst things is when you're in a big crowd of people trying to get somewhere and everyone is walking like they have a load of shit in their pants. had this problem today on the way back to the car from my first baseball game ever. Cubs whooped our ass. C'est la vie. And when you're in a museum people are trying to act all deep and inspired, so they move ridiculously slow, one by one shifting weight from one foot to the other and gliding between, sortof a zigzagging broad-stanced walk that is ridiculously slow and frustrating to get around.
i'm on fire, bruce springsteen.
zoe jane, staind
nothing gives me pleasure, josh rouse
temptation, new order
born to run, bruce
move it on over-george thorogood ---->"ROCK IT ON OVA!"
Something I really enjoy, notice, and appreciate about Springsteen...especially after reading a book 'bout the fella "it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive: the promise of bruce springsteen" is the prevalence in the subject matter of driving on the highway, and how it is used as a conduit for expression of emotion. In so many of his songs he talks about driving around town, the highway being jammed with broken heros on a last chance power drive, she'll let you in her car to go drivin' round, etc. And I can connect with this because, well not OFTEN but a good deal of the time, when I'm feeling bored, or uncomfortable, or stifled, or stressed out here at home, I like to get in my car and just go for a lil drive (especially at dusk, the most magical, golden, and my favorite time of day) and...the thing is, while I'm driving, I'm not necessarily mulling over what is going on, rather I'm trying to escape from it and free my mind up. Its sort of transcendant of the reality of the situation that's binding you. This is partially why I am looking forward so much to driving to Boulder with Cat in August.
last night i was lying in bed and i realized that, had things gone according to plan and not veered awry with the padre, that last night would've been my first night on the boat with semester at sea, and i thought about what i'd be doing, how all my crap would not be unpacked, all the people i'd be meeting, trying to map my away around from room to room, what my roomies would be like, etc. I thought about the people I'd never meet and the places I'm not going to go. It made me really sad, even just lying in my bed and having it not rocking from the ocean. Not like I was looking forward to motion sickness, but hey, it beats ohio.
sean and i saw a bum outside the stadium holding a sign that says "why lie? i want beer" and sean gave him a dollar and said "throw one back for me" haha it was classic. he only had some quarters and change in there, first dollar he'd gotten. huge smile on his face.
really want some mixed drinks. on a boat. and not so much humidity. guh.
today on the way to the game we passed this girl i had to carpool with in 4th grade, the fucking ugliest girl ever, my mom and i used to call her "the troll" and one time we convinced her that we ate road kill just to freak her out.
she's still ugly as hell, years later. her mom and she had these 2 dogs, one was named "J.R." dunno about the other one...and their minivan was UPHOLSTERED in FUR, i mean fucking covered in like 1/2 inch thick nastiness. one time she brought in potato latkes to the 4th grade class cuz my suburb is all about judaica, and they had dog fur in them.
i think that says it all.
Bands
Tuesday June 17, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (10:01:21 PM EDT)
There are some bands I really would like to like, but I keep trying and it won't happen for me. In 1999 or 2000 I bought some Radiohead. I liked, maybe 2 songs. Gave them away to Jen Herman. I just can't do it. Same thing with Zwan. Only one song there. And Led Zeppelin, although I don't want to like them. And you just sorta feel left out in a strange way when everyone and the media is wigging out about an artist who you have honestly given multiple shots for success, but none of them hit the target.
Thinking of detailing the car tomorrow, if it would just stop raining for an hour or two.
time to go oggle at ace on the real world. he looks dead on bruce springsteen, 1985.
Anticipating America (corrrrrrrrnyyyy)
Monday June 16, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (11:39:38 PM EDT)
The 1,206.7 miles from my house (thanks mapquest!)to my apartment in Boulder are officially going to be hardcore amazing. I'm envisioning mixes, my black converse all-star high tops I haven't worn since that "anti authority" phase sophomore year resting on the dash, sunglasses, perfect weather (here's hoping) mixes that include Born to Run by Bruce, We Built This City on Rock and Roll by Jefferson Starship, Ventura HWY by America, Aint too Proud to Beg by whoever that is, Percy Sledge? cheap diners and greasy spoons, house special blue plates and state lines. Big blue sky and flat ribbon of highway, the blank canvas of Kansas, and Southern Illinois fucking sucks to drive through.
I want to come up with a mix of the Most Belt-able Songs Ever, it'll be a bit of a challenge.
Jon Stewart on the daily show....he's awesome
i think that everyone who shops at my place of employment has to have proof of lobotomy in order to pass the front doors...and must also have failed matching tests in kindergarten, because they put shit in the most random places and come up with the most half-assed folds....harrison ford has a single earring on the daily show...how bizarre...i'm all about ellipses...ha
why can't i get the sax solo from "born to run" out of my head? oh, that's right....it kicks ass.
i'm missing the other half of my cds that are in CO Springs. you can only take so much shit on a plane. i left the other 4 RTBs there too, partially cuz i had no room for anything else in my bags, and partically because i wanted them to be really surprising to read through again when i claim them again in august, then they'll be reallllllllly entertaining once again. sometimes space works!
also fascinating: christian slater in Heathers. too bad he wants to be jack nicholson so badly that it shines through in every slight mannerism. but that's not a problem from my point of view.
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