Guys. Can we all take a minute to just appreciate the Sun?
Like, thank the LORD that the Sun is gracing this absurd state that I now call home. Those living in California can really take it for granted, but I can say after six months of doom, gloom, and depression, that access to sunshine is not a right but a motherfucking privilege that should be treasured and appreciated. Got it? Good.
I’ve been really focused these past few months on all the things that I am not. Not a full-time writer. Not a raver (nope, not anymore). Not a free spirit. Not living in the city.
It’s easy to forget all the things that I’ve become in turn: a girlfriend, a yogi, a snowboarder. A haphazard blogger.
The changes have been creeping through my life, climbing up into me like a puddle of spilled water seeping onto a paper towel. And I’m just about saturated. Although my new life is not all bad, the loss of my former self has been unsettling; I think about dark things more often than not, I wallow in self-pity, I try (in vain) to keep a straight face at work. So, when I’m driving from place to place, jumping from shadow to shadow to conceal my sadness? I pulse Justice through the speakers of my car.
I’ve been trying to fight my way out of a rut lately. Reflecting a lot. Contemplating when I should probably meditate. Found this on the Internet. It speaks volumes.
The title for this one is “And yet we keep looking.”
Today, the weather forecast in Los Angeles calls for sunshine. Lots of it, with a high of 79 degrees.
Today, there are a few inches of snow on the ground in my little corner of Michigan. The Sun is peeking through the clouds right now: something it doesn’t do particularly often anymore. Usually, the blanket of snowfall on the ground is mirrored by a blanket of cloud cover in the sky. The temperatures, overall haven’t been terrible, and I have yet to get caught in a blizzard out here, but it’s been dreary out since the new year began, and I’m seriously ready for Spring. Maybe if I listen to “Sunshine” by David Guetta and Avicii, I’ll feel like it’s sunnier out?
Press play, then start reading.
So here’s how my last night went…
5pm-get off work, drive to mall
8pm-leave mall after dropping a lot of money on an empty stomach
9pm-surf the net, feeling lazy, thinking I’ll take it easy tomorrow night to recover from the work week
10pm-see an ad on Facebook for a Mord Fustang show (it’s tomorrow night)
10:01pm-think tomorrow I WILL RAGE AS IF THE WORLD IS GOING TO END
Don’t know how I’m going to muster up the energy to go out tonight and then hit the slopes in the morning (it just snowed, so tomorrow should be good for some snowboarding)…BUT DAMNIT I WILL NOT MISS MORD FUSTANG AGAIN.
Mark my words.
One of my personal favs for y’all this evening: Deboutonner, by Modeselektor:
This German duo has been an item since 1996, and the guys are STILL performing!
(in Europe, of course)
Sometimes I think I was born on the wrong continent.
I’ve found my next subject! Everybody, meet Dink!
What an adorable DJ name. I could say it all day…Dink, Dink, Dink! Like what you’d call a little robot…like WALL-E. Y’know?
Uh oh, looks like a hipster.
My next musical adventure will involve a foray into the delightfully-named DJ’s SoundCloud. Quick browsing reveals a good mix, from standard Chicago (?) House…
…to something a bit more bass-heavy:
Over the next few weeks, I’ll browse Dink’s tracks online, see what I like, see what I learn.
Are you excited? I’m excited.