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So if it was almost 4am and you’re sitting in the passenger seat of a Dodge Challenger with your Chuck Taylors propped up on the dashboard, what would you write about? Would it be about the relative absurdity of the situation you ended up in? Would it be about getting to see almost every star in the sky above the void surrounding you on either side of your designated ribbon of highway? Would you reflect on the plasticity of time now that it’s actually 5am after crossing the New Mexico border?
Maybe you’d just do like me and ask a bunch of rhetorical questions that are just barely on this side of nonsense.
I wish that was just an expression this time around. unfortunately, it’s not. at spirit west coast the other weekend, they had an ear doctor on site who was taking free impressions of artist’s ears for the purpose of the artists getting custom molded in ear monitors. those are amazing little gadgets by the way. the ear doctor looked at my right ear drum and said it looked great. then he looked at my left drum and said, “hm, you have about a 25 decibel loss on that side.” I’m guessing that’s not too horrible because I don’t notice it too much. I do notice it more now though. so it’s either all in my head and I’m going crazy or I’m actually going deaf. neither prospect is very attractive.
i haven’t been taking very good care of myself. the hearing thing got me thinking about that. I used to wear ear plugs on stage religiously, but I haven’t for at least a year and a half. i’ve been horrible about eating good things and worse about exercising. I haven’t seen a doctor for at least the better part of a decade. it’s probably been even longer since going to a dentist. I’m supposed to change out my contacts for a fresh pair every two weeks and I’m embarrassed to say I don’t remember when the last time that happened was.
why do we as humans do and say things to ourselves that we would never do to anyone else?
hooray for an end to somewhat depressing posts. for now anyway. that never seems to last too terribly long with me. i digress. i won’t be so presumptuous as to say something like “sorry i haven’t written in a while.” mostly because i’m not sorry at all. for about a month and a half there i was actually busy. me and amanda moved out of our crappy apartment and into gerard’s house. those of you in riverside know exactly what i’m talking about. so yeah, exciting stuff.
but on to what i’ve decided to write about today. ladies and gentlemen, i’d like to present you with what i believe to be the most useless invention in the long horrible history of useless inventions. i give you….the AUTOMATIC PAPER TOWEL DISPENSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
these things have been an overnight sensation it feels like. they’re absolutely everywhere and i just don’t get these stupid things. how lazy are we? “no! i cannot and will not be bothered to pull a lever–who knows how many times?– in order to receive the appropriate amount of paper towels to dry my hands! if only someone made something that would electronically give me paper towels one at a time.” it’s not like this is more sanitary or something. people don’t ordinarily get paper towels if they haven’t just washed their hands. and it seems like this is the worst possible environmental solution ever. it’s cutting down trees AND using electricity. not to mention that it does horrible at actually drying your hands. it’s always a guessing game to figure out how those sensors work and by the time that second towel is done rolling out your hands are almost dry just from being out in the open. and you know that it’s going to get worse down the road. i can just see it. you happen to have to use a public restroom for a twosie, reach to the right to grab some toilet paper and discover you have to wave your hand under a machine and wait just so you can wipe. not cool, sanitation companies. not cool
at the risk of writing a post that’s literally as long as the ten days i was gone for, i’ll attempt to sum it up in as few points as i can.
- the southwest has some great people who have some sort of selective blindness that makes them not see the hundreds and hundreds of miles of desert that surround them. i’m working on a cure for this.
- i spent two days in juarez, mexico. i watched movies in english with spanish subtitles at a theater whilst being served sushi in a leather reclining chair. they need to bring this back to the u.s.
- while in juarez, i attended a mexican circus.
actually, i think it was a “latin american” circus. i saw five tigers in a cage obey one guy with a whip. much to my dismay, the tigers didn’t suddenly become aware of the situation and say to themselves, “wait a sec. i’m a f*cking tiger.”
- moises is the only person i know who it’s possible to get this picture of.
that photo was not staged in any way whatsoever. he’s actually passed out in the car while drinking a rockstar energy drink.
my birthday has come and gone, and i’m officially 25. i’m doing fine now. it just always happens the month or so before my birthday is all. thanks for bearing with me, everyone
i’m in new mexico again. in some ways this state is growing on me, but in other ways i feel like the southwest just kinda sucks in general. i have no real rhyme or reason why i feel one way or the other about it though. more later, cause i need a shower.
a couple of you might remember the first time i used that title for a post. me and amanda took a few days for ourselves after i got done working on recording. so we came into new york city yesterday and are having a mini-vacation. i don’t know how much of a genius you have to be to want to stay in new york in the middle of february, but that’s how smart we are. it’s cold here, but that in no way diminishes any of the beauty or grandeur of this place. i know i’m glamorizing it, but i don’t care. the first thing me and amanda did today was go to rockefeller center. because 1. we’re tourists and 2. it’s awesome. we went to the top of the building and got a pretty good view of this whole island. here’s a picture looking towards upper manhattan. you can see all of central park and, past that, harlem.
here’s a shot facing lower manhattan. directly in front is the empire state building. if you look real hard, you might be able to see the statue of liberty on the right side waaaay in the back.
and then a really cool shot of my and amanda at the top.
if you want better description of the day’s events, check out amanda’s blog
and for the record, the recording went way better than i even hoped. we had the goal of tracking five songs in two weeks and ended up recording ten. there’s one that will probably never see the light of day and that might be for the best. all in all though, it was great to record in the place we did and with the people we did and i’m really looking forward to seeing how it all turns out
i was in new york city yesterday and i did take pictures which i will post later. i noticed something about yesterday though that for some reason stuck in my mind.
we went to dinner at a restaurant in times square that bordered on the absurdly expensive. it was quite good though. when the waiter came around i noticed something about myself. i am friendly with waiters. more than any other social environment, i have no problem striking up a mini-conversation with waiters at any restaurant i end up at. it’s so much easier for me to do that than to do the same thing at a party or in church or even a small group when i’m new to it. i started to think about that during dinner and then again later when i got back to my hotel room. why is that so easy for me where otherwise it’s typically just not? i think i came up with a reason. i’ve gone to so many restaurants in the past six years that i think any restaurant just kind of feels like a third home. the first being actual home and the second being the rv. no matter where you are in the world the dialogue is almost always the same:
“hi my name’s _____ and i’ll be your server tonight. while you look at the menus can i get you guys started with something to drink?”
“….waters. ok, i’ll get those right out.”
“have you guys decided or do you need another minute?”
“you guys doing ok over here?”
“can i get those out your way for you?”
“do you want to take a look at the desert menu tonight?”
“here’s the check, but there’s no rush. take as long as you want.”
“you guys take care and have a good night.”
it’s like i already know what’s going to happen so i can improvise and guide the vibe wherever i want it to go. sort of like performing a song for the umpteenth time. and just like a show, it’s all over about 45 minutes later. i think being somewhat of a gypsy makes you look for familiarity wherever you can find it. whether it’s a starbucks or a dialogue, the road would be much more lonesome if there weren’t little spurts of homogeny throughout the regional subcultures in america. so here’s to single-serving friends. i look forward to the re-meeting of a stranger