Sheesh. It's been a while. I've just kinda been plodding through life. Exciting things have happened, boring days have passed, beauty has been witnessed, ugliness has been provoked or ignored. You know, the usual.
I moshed for the first time ever this last Friday. I went to go see Social D and the U.S. Bombs all by myself. I had had a monumentally stressful week and just needed to let it go. It was so weird, because my job requires me to say, countless times a day, things like "your hands are not for hitting your friends", or "hitting is not ok." So while I was punching big muscle-y dudes there was quite the inner moral conflict raging. I'm not sure which side won, because while I held my own (ok, I didn't stomp around inciting shenanigans perse, but I defended myself and had fun throwing people back in. I was a periphary mosher.) I also acidentally flat-palmed someone in the nose and, in the midst of all the chaos, very gingerly took his face in my hands and made sure he was ok. Dork.
U.S. Bombs were way too gross and punk for me, and Social D was a little disappointing. I know I like a lot of their songs, but they only played one or two of those. The rest I didn't really know.
I finally have an MP3 player, and am loving Napster. I went for a walk in the rain with all my new music today and tried to do some reflection and meditation on Sunset Cliffs while listening to Loius Armstrong sing "What a Wonderful World" ad nauseum while watching pelicans skim over breaking waves and grey whales migrate south. Neato. I feel good.
Now I'm off to go track down a cheap dresser, a large corkboard, something delightful and soft for a baby girl, the universe's most perfect socks and some groceries. Bye!
The sun just came out!
I moshed for the first time ever this last Friday. I went to go see Social D and the U.S. Bombs all by myself. I had had a monumentally stressful week and just needed to let it go. It was so weird, because my job requires me to say, countless times a day, things like "your hands are not for hitting your friends", or "hitting is not ok." So while I was punching big muscle-y dudes there was quite the inner moral conflict raging. I'm not sure which side won, because while I held my own (ok, I didn't stomp around inciting shenanigans perse, but I defended myself and had fun throwing people back in. I was a periphary mosher.) I also acidentally flat-palmed someone in the nose and, in the midst of all the chaos, very gingerly took his face in my hands and made sure he was ok. Dork.
U.S. Bombs were way too gross and punk for me, and Social D was a little disappointing. I know I like a lot of their songs, but they only played one or two of those. The rest I didn't really know.
I finally have an MP3 player, and am loving Napster. I went for a walk in the rain with all my new music today and tried to do some reflection and meditation on Sunset Cliffs while listening to Loius Armstrong sing "What a Wonderful World" ad nauseum while watching pelicans skim over breaking waves and grey whales migrate south. Neato. I feel good.
Now I'm off to go track down a cheap dresser, a large corkboard, something delightful and soft for a baby girl, the universe's most perfect socks and some groceries. Bye!
The sun just came out!