Monday, May 31, 2010
what dreams may come
the melony sweet heavenly peep is back! luscious here with another life affirming '80s jam to brightening your otherwise blah day.just because luscious never sleeps, usually thanks to some succulent little young tender ronie, doesn't mean i don't want you to curl up on some crushed velvet and satin sheets for a few "sweet dreams". so i present to you the eurythmics!
Monday, May 24, 2010
love & why i can never go to the beach again
i'm in love.
i admit it. there is no denying it. it's written, and so shall it be.
i'm in love *with a stripper?* no, T-Pain, SHUT UP! it's not with a stripper. i fell in love *with a girl?* NO, Jack White of The White Stripes, SHUT UP!! it's not with a girl. *dude, yes it is, isn't it?* SHUT UP, YouTube's The Third Mind Channel, YOU WERE DROPPED AS A BABY!!! *let him finish!* thank you, Host of Cable's 'Hardball with Chris Matthews', Chris Matthews.
love, as we all know, is complicated. it doesn't have one stone set definition. it pertains to multiple situations, divergent ones, even. situations that have no correlation other than love. for example, i love sushi, could it eat every meal of every day for the rest of my life. i also love football, but i'll be damned if i ever wear the shoulder pads and cleats again. i'm indifferent to sushi. you can have whatever opinion you want on it, it doesn't bother me. if i don't eat sushi for an extended period of time life goes on, it doesn't bother me (whoa.. deja vu). but i love it. on the other hand, i'll fight you to the bitter end over an ill sentiment towards football. in the fall i plan my week around my teams schedule. i follow the off-season patterns of my favorite teams and players. i write entire blog posts over a single play in a regular season game (right here, see?) were i but born a european, i'd no doubt be a bit of a hooligan, but i guess we'd be talking about futbol then, wouldn't we? but i love it (there it is again...).
it's, again, different when the object of your affection is sentient. you see i love my sibs, but in a different way than i love my folks, who i don't love in the same way i love the extended fam. i've loved a girl or two (three to be exact) in my day, all in different ways, all from the same place(s) in my heart, mind, body, soul (you know, r&b record regions). i love my friends, again all from similar areas yet in different ways.
that leads me to the reason for this blilz-nizzog: i'm in love with ... (no interruptions, interesting) the place i'm in when i'm around good friends in gorgeous (and by gorgeous i mean 'away from the watchful eyes of home and the burdens of real life') settings. that's why i'll never.... EEEEEVVVEEERR set foot in a beach town again. think about it: when do you beach it up? when you're on vacay. who do you vacay with at 23? unless you're married (and why would you be?) you're going with your friends, and they're damn sure good ones. this combination of dearly beloved and freedom puts me in a really nice place. it puts me in a carefree, top-of-the-world, "nothing can possibly be better than this moment right here" kinda place. the place that, provided this were a utopia, i'd always be in. i am unashamed to admit that i CRAVE that. nothing would make me as content in life than constantly having this feeling. i am completely, unflinchingly, head-over-heels with being in that place. i will probably spend my remaining days working to myself and whoever i'm to be fortunate enough to have in my life at the time in a state of perpetual that. i love it. i need it. i can't not have it. that place, for me, is as good as it gets in this soul cracking world of hours, this spirit crushing planet we call home. you find that place of perpetual optimism and ease, you've found your place. i was in that place a few short weeks ago w/ the LS crew, at the f'n beach. i was there, again with LS, the previous week playing paintball. i was there some months back with the fellas, when we went to see Cudi and N.E.R.D. play Duke. i was there about a year ago, the last time i was an undergraduate, living in durham. i haven't been there since. i haven't been there in Charlotte, not since i became a high school graduate.
i've been in a funk, a haze that, for the life of me, i can't seem to shake. ever since i left the beach that monday morning, leaving the honest to goodness final experience of young Andrew, i haven't been able to find that same optimism. sure, good things present themselves, opportunities to do life affirming shit elsewhere in the world have come available. but there's that looming since of, "that was it. the last hurrah with those peeps. time to start over again from square one." certainly other issues have added to my present malaise, Joe knows what i'm talking about, and no, you can't ask him. but this fact remains: you bums, you miscreants, you misguided beacons of the HBCU counter culture, you fellas, you ladies, you clique members, you salsa dancers, old friends, new friends, high school stalwarts, young bucks, fellow old heads, fearless leaders, former partners, you former love interests, apples of my eye, objects of my desire, you nerds and gamers, you ball players and workout buddies, you music lovers and band mates, you co-pilots and wingmen, you drunkies and drinking partners, those of you who remember the damn van, those of you who knew the gray car before the accident, those of you who practiced at masondale, those of you who drank with me at abercromby, those who invaded chapel hill, who saw the inside of visions, players, avalon, those who got kicked out of campus crossing with me, those who crashed on my couch in eagle landing, those who have invited me to crash on their couches, and even those who haven't:
i love you.
for every moment you put me in THAT place.
i just thought you jerks should know that.
ps,
SHUT UP! your mom likes balls...
i admit it. there is no denying it. it's written, and so shall it be.
i'm in love *with a stripper?* no, T-Pain, SHUT UP! it's not with a stripper. i fell in love *with a girl?* NO, Jack White of The White Stripes, SHUT UP!! it's not with a girl. *dude, yes it is, isn't it?* SHUT UP, YouTube's The Third Mind Channel, YOU WERE DROPPED AS A BABY!!! *let him finish!* thank you, Host of Cable's 'Hardball with Chris Matthews', Chris Matthews.
love, as we all know, is complicated. it doesn't have one stone set definition. it pertains to multiple situations, divergent ones, even. situations that have no correlation other than love. for example, i love sushi, could it eat every meal of every day for the rest of my life. i also love football, but i'll be damned if i ever wear the shoulder pads and cleats again. i'm indifferent to sushi. you can have whatever opinion you want on it, it doesn't bother me. if i don't eat sushi for an extended period of time life goes on, it doesn't bother me (whoa.. deja vu). but i love it. on the other hand, i'll fight you to the bitter end over an ill sentiment towards football. in the fall i plan my week around my teams schedule. i follow the off-season patterns of my favorite teams and players. i write entire blog posts over a single play in a regular season game (right here, see?) were i but born a european, i'd no doubt be a bit of a hooligan, but i guess we'd be talking about futbol then, wouldn't we? but i love it (there it is again...).
it's, again, different when the object of your affection is sentient. you see i love my sibs, but in a different way than i love my folks, who i don't love in the same way i love the extended fam. i've loved a girl or two (three to be exact) in my day, all in different ways, all from the same place(s) in my heart, mind, body, soul (you know, r&b record regions). i love my friends, again all from similar areas yet in different ways.
that leads me to the reason for this blilz-nizzog: i'm in love with ... (no interruptions, interesting) the place i'm in when i'm around good friends in gorgeous (and by gorgeous i mean 'away from the watchful eyes of home and the burdens of real life') settings. that's why i'll never.... EEEEEVVVEEERR set foot in a beach town again. think about it: when do you beach it up? when you're on vacay. who do you vacay with at 23? unless you're married (and why would you be?) you're going with your friends, and they're damn sure good ones. this combination of dearly beloved and freedom puts me in a really nice place. it puts me in a carefree, top-of-the-world, "nothing can possibly be better than this moment right here" kinda place. the place that, provided this were a utopia, i'd always be in. i am unashamed to admit that i CRAVE that. nothing would make me as content in life than constantly having this feeling. i am completely, unflinchingly, head-over-heels with being in that place. i will probably spend my remaining days working to myself and whoever i'm to be fortunate enough to have in my life at the time in a state of perpetual that. i love it. i need it. i can't not have it. that place, for me, is as good as it gets in this soul cracking world of hours, this spirit crushing planet we call home. you find that place of perpetual optimism and ease, you've found your place. i was in that place a few short weeks ago w/ the LS crew, at the f'n beach. i was there, again with LS, the previous week playing paintball. i was there some months back with the fellas, when we went to see Cudi and N.E.R.D. play Duke. i was there about a year ago, the last time i was an undergraduate, living in durham. i haven't been there since. i haven't been there in Charlotte, not since i became a high school graduate.
i've been in a funk, a haze that, for the life of me, i can't seem to shake. ever since i left the beach that monday morning, leaving the honest to goodness final experience of young Andrew, i haven't been able to find that same optimism. sure, good things present themselves, opportunities to do life affirming shit elsewhere in the world have come available. but there's that looming since of, "that was it. the last hurrah with those peeps. time to start over again from square one." certainly other issues have added to my present malaise, Joe knows what i'm talking about, and no, you can't ask him. but this fact remains: you bums, you miscreants, you misguided beacons of the HBCU counter culture, you fellas, you ladies, you clique members, you salsa dancers, old friends, new friends, high school stalwarts, young bucks, fellow old heads, fearless leaders, former partners, you former love interests, apples of my eye, objects of my desire, you nerds and gamers, you ball players and workout buddies, you music lovers and band mates, you co-pilots and wingmen, you drunkies and drinking partners, those of you who remember the damn van, those of you who knew the gray car before the accident, those of you who practiced at masondale, those of you who drank with me at abercromby, those who invaded chapel hill, who saw the inside of visions, players, avalon, those who got kicked out of campus crossing with me, those who crashed on my couch in eagle landing, those who have invited me to crash on their couches, and even those who haven't:
i love you.
for every moment you put me in THAT place.
i just thought you jerks should know that.
ps,
SHUT UP! your mom likes balls...
Friday, May 7, 2010
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