I just went for a long run and then lifted weights so I’m all amped up. Got a million things running through my head, time for a rapid fire blog post.
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Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I used to hate VD because I felt it was just a Hallmark holiday, a reason for an industry of disposable trash that brainless twats mindlessly bought into.
I still feel like that, and in fact I feel like that about virtually everything in the world now — nothing is innocent, everything is trash — but I now like days like VD because I use them as a cue to do something nice with Jenn. We try to do lots of nice things together already but it’s still hard to stay on top of it, to prioritize our relationship as much as we’d like to. Life is just so busy that it’s hard not to get distracted with other things, so days like VD are a good reason for us to walk to the Swan together and get a heaping plate of chicken wings for dinner. That’s what we’re doing tonight, and I’m really looking forward to it. We haven’t had Swan wings in a long time, maybe a year? I know the service at the Swan is the shits — they can’t get your order right and sometimes it takes forever for your food to arrive and sometimes it’s cold by then and sometimes they don’t come back with the ranch dressing you asked for when you first ordered — but that’s part of its charm. Both Jenn and I wouldn’t have the Swan any other way.
What are you doing for Valentine’s Day, dear reader? That’s a joke, don’t answer it, unless your response is something depressing or morbid like “quietly disposing of my former lover’s body parts,” or “trying to hold this marriage together and not divorce this self-centered son of a bitch.” I just like mocking the bullshit I see on lame commercial blogs. Happy VD.
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One time on a road trip through the interior of BC with Jenn, I saw an adorable little old house in a desolate landscape that had a dead tree in the yard out front of the house. The tree was maybe 10 ft tall and only had a handful of limbs, like half a dozen, and looked like it had been dead for many years. I think about that tree all the time. It was so perfect for that scene and that landscape. It spoke of life, death, time, arid lands, spooky shit, and an overall aesthetic I have a strong affinity for. That tree, its yard, and its house basically looked like it all belonged in a classic horror flick, like the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I sometimes think about planting a similar tree here and then killing it so that I can have an eerie dead tree out front of my house too. I know it wouldn’t be the same though so it’s just a pipe dream. Wtf does pipe dream even mean?
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I have a buddy who talked about relationships and compromise once. He said compromise sucked because then no one was happy. I thought it was hilarious and perfect coming from him, but I can’t disagree with the idea more. Jenn and I were just deciding what time to go for wings tonight and I suggested 6:30 (I like sane, normal dinner hour, like 5:30 or 6 pm) and Jenn said 7 (left to her own devices, Jenn will often eat dinner at 10 pm like a complete maniac). So we settled on 6:45 and while yeah, I’d prefer to do it earlier, compromising feels good in itself. It always feels like a victory to me to take both our wishes into account and come up with something halfway — while I may be not entirely thrilled with the small picture of when we’re going for wings, I’m very thrilled with the big picture which is our ability to be considerate of each other. For a person who is innately selfish, each successful compromise is something worth celebrating, I think.
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I have a ton of nostalgia for a lot of music my parents listened to when I was a kid, but I have zero love for Simply Red and Phil Collins. I remember my dad had audio cassettes of both artists in his old VW Jetta and there was absolutely nothing on those tapes I liked at all. This is in stark contrast to The Bangles, Neil Diamond, Michael Jackson, The Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack, and a bevvy of other cassettes that I loved then and still love now. I just don’t get what anyone liked about Simply Red and Phil Collins. I actually don’t think I even hear Simply Red on the radio anymore or hear anyone talk about him at all. No one seems to give a shit about him. Phil Collins is still always on the radio and I still hate all his shit. It’s funny how some feelings or opinions stick with you from such a young age.
Hate it
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That’s it. Now I can rush off to do the other zillion things beaning around inside my fired up little mind. Adios.
crimson highway 