Sunday, August 22, 2004
I haven't written in here for a while. But I figure now is a great time to do so, because 1) people have been bugging me about it; and 2) tomorrow begins the academic school year and I'm in a very reflective mood.
This summer has been brilliant. I thought there would be no way to top last summer, but now that I think about it, I don't even really remember what it was about last summer that needed to be topped. It's a great little reminder that bit by bit, my life really is getting better. Or recovering, anyway, from the post-graduation recession that began three years ago.
Why is this happening? It has a lot to do, I believe, with the simple fact that I'm a lot healthier now than I ever have been. I don't eat meat anymore (except for a few isolated times this summer), I've been walking and riding my bike everywhere (I didn't put a drop of gas in my car for the whole month of July), I've worked out my problems with pretty much all my friends, and I'm finally starting to figure out this whole "self respect" thing. Yes. On top of that, I'm living in my new apartment* which transcends infinitely my previous place on S. Johnson street. Also, I turned 21 on the first of June, so now I can pretty much drink with impunity.
Yes sir, I've patched up several of the gaping holes in my life. I've been playing and listening to a lot of music, alone and with companions; I've been reading a lot of good books; riding my new bike (actually my dad's old Trek touring bike from the seventies) a hell of a lot. Everything's comin' up roses! Well, pretty much. I'm totally broke right now. And I didn't get to go on a huge road trip out west this summer like I thought I was going to.
But oh well.
This weekend was a blast. Some friends and I went camping and got totally zonkered in various ways last night. Today was really bittersweet. I did some laundromat time, during which I finished off Into the Wild by John Krakauer. Also, as tenderloin sandwiches on fairy wings began fluttering by, a moderately attractive girl started hitting on me. Then while my clothes spun in the dryer I went outside and perched on the back of my car, nursed a Mountain Dew and took in a beautiful day in the Northside neighborhood, reflecting that if you're going to be mellow and waste your life and be the object of attraction to mysterious laundromat women, Iowa City is a pretty damned good town to do it in. I shed a single joyful tear. No, I didn't.
And then Christer came over to my place and we played some music and walked downtown and got ice cream and chatted on a bench for a while. Good stuff.
I'll try to update this more often.
*Update your rolodex: 20 Evans St. #1AS; Iowa City, IA 52245
This summer has been brilliant. I thought there would be no way to top last summer, but now that I think about it, I don't even really remember what it was about last summer that needed to be topped. It's a great little reminder that bit by bit, my life really is getting better. Or recovering, anyway, from the post-graduation recession that began three years ago.
Why is this happening? It has a lot to do, I believe, with the simple fact that I'm a lot healthier now than I ever have been. I don't eat meat anymore (except for a few isolated times this summer), I've been walking and riding my bike everywhere (I didn't put a drop of gas in my car for the whole month of July), I've worked out my problems with pretty much all my friends, and I'm finally starting to figure out this whole "self respect" thing. Yes. On top of that, I'm living in my new apartment* which transcends infinitely my previous place on S. Johnson street. Also, I turned 21 on the first of June, so now I can pretty much drink with impunity.
Yes sir, I've patched up several of the gaping holes in my life. I've been playing and listening to a lot of music, alone and with companions; I've been reading a lot of good books; riding my new bike (actually my dad's old Trek touring bike from the seventies) a hell of a lot. Everything's comin' up roses! Well, pretty much. I'm totally broke right now. And I didn't get to go on a huge road trip out west this summer like I thought I was going to.
But oh well.
This weekend was a blast. Some friends and I went camping and got totally zonkered in various ways last night. Today was really bittersweet. I did some laundromat time, during which I finished off Into the Wild by John Krakauer. Also, as tenderloin sandwiches on fairy wings began fluttering by, a moderately attractive girl started hitting on me. Then while my clothes spun in the dryer I went outside and perched on the back of my car, nursed a Mountain Dew and took in a beautiful day in the Northside neighborhood, reflecting that if you're going to be mellow and waste your life and be the object of attraction to mysterious laundromat women, Iowa City is a pretty damned good town to do it in. I shed a single joyful tear. No, I didn't.
And then Christer came over to my place and we played some music and walked downtown and got ice cream and chatted on a bench for a while. Good stuff.
I'll try to update this more often.
*Update your rolodex: 20 Evans St. #1AS; Iowa City, IA 52245
