Song of the Moment

Cheer up!

To watch when you are not in the best of moods and you just need to laugh:







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Snoop

I am a snoop.

I am currently on the bus and I looked over at this girl's computer and she is writing an email to 'David.' In her email she said, "I thought of you wistfully today sitting at your desk and I wished I could kiss the corners of your mouth so you could smile harder."

A love email! How sweet! How 21st century! I once read a co-worker's text messages from his girlfriend and they were not quite as elegant as the prose that bus girl is writing. I wish I could have read more (the email seemed quite long), but as a snoop you have to be discreet.

I wonder why she and her beloved are apart? Is she currently traveling apart to where he is? I wish I had a studio audience from a mid-nineties sitcom next to me to go "Oohhhhh!! Oooooooooh!" or whatever ridiculous sound they sounds they would make.

We are heading deep into New England and of course it is raining. We are legitimately driving into a black cloud. Don't worry Connecticut, I missed traveling through you too!

Childhood vs. Quarterlife Crisis

With the opening of Where the Wild Things Are movie quickly approaching, I have been reading a lot of interviews with Spike Lee and Maurice Sendak. The main theme of their interviews seems to be how scary and difficult it is to be a child.

Direct quotes from Sendak:
"There is a toughness to being a child. Childhood is a very tough time. I always had a deep respect for children and how they solve complex problems by themselves."

and Jonze:
"Emotions that other people have are unpredictable and confusing; emotions you have that are unpredictable and confusing. That’s scary, and so I wanted to make a movie that felt like that—that felt like being in the head of somebody at that age of their life. Things feel out of control."

This may be a reflection on my carefree childhood, but I really couldn't disagree more about what they are saying about being a kid. Maybe I was spoiled as a child - I don't remember feeling scared. I remember feeling happy and safe. I knew what was coming next - elementary school, middle school, high school, and then college. There was spontaneity, but for the most part things were predictable, and it was comforting.

The quotes about child that Sendak and Jonze say fit more closely to how I am feeling now as a young adult in my early twenties. I don't have a family with me at all times, and for the most part I solve all of my complex problems by myself. Right now, emotions that other people have are predictable and confusing - so confusing! It is very scary and often things feel out of control.

Young adults are very volatile people. It's hard to count on us because often times we don't know what we want and when we do know that we want it can change in a moment's notice.

So what is going on here? Was I just a privileged child with no real worries? Am I a spoiled young adult now crying, "Boo hoo being a young adult with my whole life ahead of me is just sooo hard!" Is the reason why Where the Wild Things Are is getting so heavily marketed because they know that all of us quarter-life crisis shoppers feel like little confused children inside?

What do you think??

Fall

Fall is much more enjoyable in the suburbs. In the city, you just feel the warm weather gone and the wind becomes chilly. Fall showers are especially miserable. The pathetic city trees shed their brown leaves quickly. (There doesn't seem to be a color transition. Green to brown, then gone).

Being home this weekend has reminded me that people actually celebrate fall. Haystacks, pumpkins and scarecrows decorate lawns. Orange candle lights appear in windows. My lawn is filled with colorful leaves. My town's Autumn Festival was on Saturday. Fond memories from this festival include making scarecrows and drinking fresh apple cider.

I will try very hard to remember these things as Boston begins its decent into a eight month winter.

Okay THIS is why "Help, I'm Alive" needs a music video...because it would be THIS GOOD.

Help, I'm Alive

This song needs a music video so bad.

I could attempt to make this blog more than me posting youtube videos, but I'm not. Blame my parents for never giving me MTV.