Am I getting old? A conversation at work:
J. - 27 yrs old.
Cameron - 25 yrs old.
Bryan - 19 yrs old.
The scene: The breakroom.
Cameron: So, what kind of music do you guys like?
Bryan: Pretty much whatever. But I have two favorite bands: System of a Down and The Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Cameron: That's cool. I like Every Time I Die, as I lay Dying, stuff like that. What about you, J.?
J.: I dunno, I guess if I really had to pick, I'd say Pavement, Guided by Voices, The Ramones, and Fugazi.
Cameron: Ahh, so you like old-school punk and like, mid 90s indie rock? That's cool. Do you like R.E.M?
J.: Yeah, they're pretty awesome. I was actually listening to "Murmur" before I came to work.
Cameron: Haha, yeah, I thought so, you strike me as someone who would be an R.E.M. Fan.
Bryan: Umm, Who's R.E.M.?
Cameron and J. (simultaneously): Dude... Seriously?
Bryan: Yeah, who are they?
(J. and Cameron sing snippets of various songs, from "Losing my Religion" to "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?" and are met with a blank stare).
I'm pretty much used to people not having heard of the bands I like, but seriously... R. E. Goddam M.? Just... Wow.
You know, it took quite awhile for it to hit me, but a week ago or so it did, with great vengeance and furious anger. Teh homesickness.
I like Chicago. I really do, but the other day, as I was walking home from work (uphill. In the snow. Both ways). I was looking around at the buildings and was struck by a really strange feeling. The buildings here (specifically, homes and apartment buildings) just look different than they do back home. And while that was interesting and novel when I first got here, for a few minutes on my walk home they just seemed alien and unfamiliar.
I always hated the phrase 'you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone'; not particularly because it's cliched, which it is, but because I never liked the sentiment. I have always tried to inhabit those moments, those little pockets of time that you know you'll remember forever, and while I did acknowledge them occasionally while they were happening, the truth of that cliched phrase is simply this: hindsight is a bitch. I want to play wii, drink too much coffee and smoke too much on Newman's porch, I want to sit in my kitchen and play the 'oh my God you've got to hear this song' game with Zach, I want to sing impromptu, drunken Roky Erikson covers with Aaron.
I don't regret coming here, I like Chicago quite a bit, but it ain't Austin.
Well, seeing as I have a few minutes to kill before work, let's just interrupt this year-long hiatus from lj, shall we?
Guess it's been pretty crazy since I last posted... what with moving to Chicago and all. I'm liking the city very much. It's getting cold though, which I don't mind at all, but Eryn hates. Give me 20 degrees over a hundred and ten any day. The getting around via mass transit thing took a little bit of getting used to, but it's not bad at all once you get the hang of it. It's a hell of a lot better than trying to drive/park in this city. I opened a flickr account for all the Chicago pics I plan on taking while we're here, so that should keep me busy for awhile.
meh. time to go. I'll try to keep up with this lj thing a little more in the future.
So, we survived the ice storm intact; I had to miss work three days in a row, but that's ok, although I was beginning to get a little cabin fever-y toward the end there. We even managed to catch "Pan's Labyrinth" before it got too terrible out there. Amazing movie. Kinda had a David Fincher-meets-Tim Burton vibe going on. Oh, and I finally got my phone re-activated. Hooray!
Well, must go. Have to go to work, and the baddest little cat ever is attacking my leg.
Apocalyptic rainstorm yesterday. Garage flooded. No good. Also, there was a dead cat in my backyard last weekend. Also not good. However, I have a little extra money in the bank due to a recently corrected payroll error, and two racks of ribs marinating in the fridge, plus I just got Call of Duty 3 in the mail (thanks, gamefly); so things aren't all that bad. Also, I recently found out that as long as I give proper notice, I'm free to take a week or so off here in a couple months, and I just might fly up to England to see Mr. Wilkinson *crosses fingers* so, cheap airline tickets and available cash willing, I might just be able to swing it. Yay!
Well, Christmas went really well, aside from a little minor (but honestly, quite expected) family drama. I did a good job picking out gifts for everyone, I believe, so I'm giving myself a little pat on the back for that. I got a 250 gig external hard drive, so mad piracy shall ensue. My brother got an ipod, which has piqued my interest in possibly purchasing one in the future. I've got to pay my damn cell phone bill first, though, which I should be able to at the end of the week (thank god for promotions involving a salary as opposed to straight commission). Until then, I'm pretty much incommunicado, since our house phone is on the fritz as well. Managed to get back in touch with Lincoln after a long hiatus, which is pretty cool.
No plans for New Year's yet. Hopefully something fun will pop up. I'm sure as hell not going downtown, though. And in other good news, Eryn's coming home soon, so the kitty and I won't be so lonely.
So, I get a package from Amazon today, I get all excited and open it up, only to find out, much to my chagrin, it isn't what I ordered. It was, apparently, what my neighbor ordered, which I discovered upon inspecting the address. So, I did the neighborly thing and drove it over to her house. Good deed for the day accomplished.
Did a bunch more rearranging stuff the other day. The place is starting to feel more and more like our place every day, and I think that kicks ass, although taking down pictures of my family and replacing them with a Hellblazer poster felt kind of weird. Next step: remove ridiculous wallpaper. that should be fun.
Stank of America still hasn't sent me my check card. My patience wears thin.