2006 is over; it ended with Dick Clark in such poor health, he was unable to keep in time counting down with the atomic clock. Somehow, this felt to me like a prologue to dystopia.
The year ended as I kind of walked away from a job that wasn't really going anywhere to finish a degree I once figured would never take me anywhere. It is dangerous thinking to take any sort of degree for granted. They are what you make of them, even if you should choose to make them a waste.
It's originally by Phish, but I find theirs a touch grandiose, even by their standards. A lot of people hate Dave Matthews, and I understand why, yet still he appeals to my few lingering hippie leanings. I first heard it sitting in the back of a jeep after having taken too many anti-nauseants. We were driving into the clouds of the Himalayas, to see a sacred Buddhist lake, when this song came onto my carelessly loaded iPod. I rode an ox that day. Sound idyllic? It was a life without work.
Which brings me to jobs... specifically, McJobs. Though my recent job could have been defined as a 'career', it was a salary & benefits masking a glorified (fast-casual?) McJob. There is nothing particularly appealing about the McJob, save your co-workers. It's much like high school: dozens whom you never need to see again, but will meet awkwardly in shopping malls forevermore. However, the few who mean anything, who by all means could and maybe should remain with you in life, go AWOL.
It's easy to say you'll keep in touch... but we all know it's hard to actually accomplish. Especially as we all plough through our degrees and our McJobs towards a semblance of real life, those 12k e-mails take too much time to write, and those 30 minute phone calls are time needing to be spent eliminating mildew from your cavern of a bathroom in your cinderblock of an apartment.
Everyone has woken up some morning and prayed (whatever that is to them) for some negative time in which to sleep longer, or actually enjoy your cup of coffee. Everyone has at one time or another, touched the tips of their index fingers together like Evie Garland in Out Of This World, hoping for time to freeze; I gather my memories there, of people (and pets) dead or gone and we all hang out on rooftops shooting rubber bands at zeppelins, drinking absinthe, with a million hit points and maximum charisma.
For me, that will be heaven. Wasting time.
-kam
PS- I know my entries have strayed from, you know, actually talking about the music... this will change back, though I did warn you of self-wankery. To be fair, my songs of the week included titles by: Michael Bolton, Serial Joe, and Take That.
Comments (10)
i came here from the hype machine expecting to find a mislabeled phish song, but was met instead with one of the more poignant posts i've read in a long time. cheers, stranger.
Posted by jackhammerjammer | January 3, 2007 1:44 AM
Posted on January 3, 2007 01:44
The song to end this era being?
Posted by Laura | January 3, 2007 10:37 PM
Posted on January 3, 2007 22:37
Laura: The song I posted?
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I thought this entry was kind of a mess. It started out about one song, and ended with another. I half-heartedly cleaned it up a bit... but thanks!
Posted by kam | January 3, 2007 11:00 PM
Posted on January 3, 2007 23:00
thus proving why I am horrible at reading critically at night.
Posted by Laura | January 4, 2007 2:01 PM
Posted on January 4, 2007 14:01
i love that song..
Posted by Jenny | January 6, 2007 1:49 AM
Posted on January 6, 2007 01:49
.. ps i actually think i first downloaded it from your old site, ha.
Posted by Jenny | January 6, 2007 1:51 AM
Posted on January 6, 2007 01:51
Heh. Fast-casual. I *heart* you.
Posted by fishbot | January 6, 2007 10:40 AM
Posted on January 6, 2007 10:40
Wow, I did post this song on my old site. I've already begun repeating myself...
But hey...: remember when I posted that acoustic cover of James' "Laid"? I don't have that file anymore, and don't remember where it came from. Any chance that you have it still? (Or anyone else lurking around here?? though I don't expect many of my livejournal readers really made it here... or are still indeed online, at that.)
Posted by kam | January 6, 2007 10:09 PM
Posted on January 6, 2007 22:09
check your gmail
Posted by James | January 7, 2007 3:11 AM
Posted on January 7, 2007 03:11
i *do* still have it!
Posted by Jenny | January 8, 2007 9:21 PM
Posted on January 8, 2007 21:21