Dearest Friends and Family,
(To start with a rant…)
I’d like to take this chance to express my distaste for daylight savings. As I see it, there is simply no good reason for the day to be so hastily truncated and night so capriciously elongated. I’m sure that some of you smart cookies out there could offer me some grandiose scientific (that’s a bit of a contradiction, I know, I know!) as to why it is necessary to play number games with nature but I said “good” reason, not “scientific”. There is a difference. Either way, the premature night certainly does nothing to help my burgeoning existential crisis. There!
Last night I was fortunate enough to see Death Cab for Cutie, a emo-rock band based out of Seattle. They played at Stubbs (this is random, but for some reason “emo” is marked by a squiggly red line signifying incorrect spelling but Stubbs is perfectly acceptable in the ever critical eyes of my word processor-just so you know!) which is a quasi famous barbeque/live music venue in Austin. So the evening marked not only my first exposure to Death Cab for Cutie (live) but Stubbs as well. Overall the show was enjoyable, but I was unfamiliar with many of the songs in their musical repertoire. But that’s just the way the spheroid ricochets.
Speaking of music, have I mentioned my theory of good music? It goes like so…
It is very easy to tell the difference between great music and good music. Great music is the music you hear and you instantly recognize a connection between what you are hearing and truth. Whether the type of truth you feel from the particular song is romantic, emotional, or painful, matters very little. If it feels like that song or composition was already out there, like it existed prior to someone articulating it, then it can be considered great. Of course different people have different and unique truths to them, and the task of defining universal truths (especially when dealing with something like emotions) is daunting at best, so it would be hard to name great musicians that everyone would agree on. I wonder if that made any sense at all…
I digress-back to the show. Before the show we went to a party at Jordan’s house in Austin which was nice. All the usual suspects from Cru were there, including but not limited to:
Grace (she had on beautiful pseudo-intellectual glasses which were stunning on her and quiet appropriate since I do consider her to be incredibly smart)
Marissa (her beautiful hair reminded me of my childhood days spent in the Philippines…that made no sense. But her hair was very cute either way; the part zigzagged!)
Jessica (she's awesome and to be even more awesome brought her younger brother Zack who is easily the coolest 17 year old I know... although he is of course the only 17 year old I know... he was leading the competition for Coolest Guy at the Party since he was very smart, laid back, had good hair, and was wearing a pink Cool Hand Luke shirt which was more vogue than I can even describe. Unfortunately, a grad student knocked him out of the competition when he demonstrated an equally acute fashion sense by donning a Bill Murray shirt. So while the fashion victory ultimately eluded Zack, he and Jessica coasted to victory in the Coolest Brother/Sister Combination category, which I don’t need to say is highly coveted)
Mike-This guy is something of a question mark in my book. Our early relationship was characterized by a general standoffishness (this is probably only true in the fictitious world only I live in) but has made a near 180 since. He seems to be a genuinely great guy. That sounded bad I know. I’m done.
There were several others there who deserve not only credit but a brief summation, such as the ghost of Corrie and the ghost of Sarah (who very well could have clenched the fashion award) but I will quit while I’m ahead. I used to always say to her (Sarah), “If the fashion ad were here you’d be in it.” Now it’s things like (on the phone) “Hi. This is Michael. You might remember me from your former relationship.” Whoa, that’s neither here nor there.
Well, I’m off to the gym for a quick work out (shoulders and chest-yes, you needed to know), then a quicker shower, and then an even quicker drive to one of my up and coming friends apartment. His name is Aric, and no that wasn’t a typo, it’s spelled with an A. I don’t get it either…
Until next time, I remain, San Marcos’ premier blogger (along with Dan Reiter),
MW RICE
Random quote for the day:
A conclusion is something you arrive at when you are done thinking.
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