Thursday, August 30, 2007

I'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care

The first time I went to New York this was the view from my window.

My life has been downhill ever since.

Not really, but sort of yeah. The other night I was looking through pictures from that trip trying to find a photo of an old printing press, and those digital images conjured a flood of memories. I could practically taste the air, frozen in time from October of 2003. I take a lot of pictures everywhere I go, but it's a rare thing for them to actually take me back to that moment in time.

Part of the reason I liked flipping through those pictures so much is because that trip came right in the middle of a period in my life, say eight months, where everything just came together. Before I was ravaged by the cruel hands of time.

This sounds extra mopey, and I don't mean it to be. I'm doing alright for myself these days. I mean, I've got this blog, I have pair of sunglasses.... pretty sweet.

The title of this post comes from a line in the song "NYC" off this album:

This is my favorite album of the last ten years. It's not the best album, oh heavens no, I could count off a thousand better albums on my right hand alone. It's not like I want to go around listening to it all the time, it's just that like the photos I mentioned above, this album is welded to pleasant memories.

No wait! That's wrong. Memories isn't the right word. It's not that when I put on the album I think "Ah yes, this reminds me of the crisp fall night that we drove down the canyon with the top down, the wind to our backs and our angst yet before us." [previous sentence should be read aloud in a J. Peterman voice]. No, there aren't any specific memories associated with it, just vague notions of good vibrations.
I guess it also reminds me of that one time Haydee tried to wave to me through the phone...
Okay, I can see that I've lost you. Here, I'll try to end this strong.


  1. I remember a time, rompin' through the woods
    Sun against our skin instead of clothes
    When we felt hungry we would eat, when we felt glad we'd dance
    And whenever we felt drowsy we would doze

    It was so easy then never takin' any stands
    It was so easy then, holdin' hands

    I remember a time when our fears could be named
    And courage meant not refusing dares
    I remember when we took such cares to step never on the cracks,
    No only on the squares
    Or else we'd be abducted by the bears

    And now we are grown, with debts and regrets And broken hearts and sentimental schemes
    Now every tender failure seems to overthrow old dreams
    Love can lead a normal woman to extremes

    It was so easy once, holdin' hands without a plan
    It was so easy once holdin' hands
    Just holdin' hands

  2. Time it was and what a time it was, it was.

    A time of innocence
    A time of confidences

    Long ago, it must be
    I have a photograph

    Preserve your memories...
    They're all that's left you

  3. I thought the post was alright.

    For me, it started out great.

    Then in the middle somewhere, you lost me.

    But then then the ending was awesome again.

    Then the Carly Simon comments threw me off. I bet she thought this blog was about her (she's so vain).

  4. Homeward bounnnd....I wish I was....homeward bounnnd...

    Tippetty top blog you catnapping buddyfunster.