One of the most “complete” albums I’ve heard in a long time - in as much as Gambino has a very clear purpose here, a few core themes that get repeated and developed and toyed with, across nearly every track. Oh, and the rapping is really good too. Highly recommended.
Driving up Riverside Drive towards the storage place, bickering about this and that, having stopped off at a place in the neighborhood to buy 14 record boxes (to be filled at a later date);
Passing by the infamous “No Eating On The Floor” sign by the elevators;
Not finding the boxes of Beanie Babies and other toys we’d hoped to find in the storage unit and subsequently sell online, having discovered that the commemorative Princess Diana purple bear fetches an easy $500, and after a great deal of searching and label-reading finally concluding that the boxes must have already been moved to our (other) storage space in New Jersey;
And then, just before we leave, finding a framed picture of my mother, 18, straightened hair and horizontal-striped dress, smiling in front of a Noguchi sculpture at “the old MoMA”.
These days, I have a disproportionately large amount of free time. I’m working on it - but in the meantime, I try to do what I can to fill the days. There’s work sometimes, obviously. There’s a lot of internet usage, for sure. There’s reading and playing video games, and exercising and singing and writing. There’s meeting with friends, usually for a meal. Every now and then, there’s some theater-going.
Happily enough, today was the first day in more than a week that I didn’t have a single to-do colorfully blocked into my iCal. And, for the first time in a long time, having nothing to do was really nice.
So when I went to the post office to return a pair of shoes I bought online (because getting store credit is basically just investing in the next thing I’ll eventually buy, right?), it was a real pleasure to stand on line for a while, entirely superfluously - you see, I’d already printed out the return label and taped it onto the box.
“It was a pleasure to burn.”—Enigmatic, direct, grim. Another quality first sentence. (Though I have to say, between the manic pixie dream girl thing Clarisse has going for her, and the generally overwrought and cluttered sentence style Bradbury seems intent on using, I haven’t much enjoyed the first 30 pages.)
I just spent a frustrating half hour trying to write one of those interesting and clever and introspective posts we all try to write sometimes. It was about going to Homecoming, disregarding the internet for a few days, having a great time doing it, and wanting to do more creative and people-oriented things in my life. But (surprise!) it sounded shallow and tired. So instead I’ll just take the advice of a few good friends of mine and just say exactly what I mean to say, simply and without much (more) preamble:
1. I’m very happy to have spent my weekend with people I love; thank you to everyone.
2. The internet can be a boring and useless place sometimes, but it’s really good at trying to get you to think otherwise. Fuck that.
3. I want to do more creative and people-oriented things in my day-to-day.
4. “Galvanized” is a pretty cool word. Here’s to feeling it.
Today, I left the city with some friends and went to Princeton, which is a totally beautiful town that desperately tries to pretend it’s not in New Jersey. And you know what? Today, it succeeded.
Shout-outs to: the delicious ice-cream parlor (amaretto ice cream WHAT); the horses, and goats, and wine-tasting, at the orchard; baking an apple pie; deer and red-tailed hawks in the backyard; Birdy, Dennis, Liz.
And above all else: yellow and red leaves on the trees, and the *scrush shrush* sound they make when you walk through them on the ground.