I have realized how incredibly spoiled Durango, Co made me the four summers I lived there. There is a great deal of bicycle traffic there, yet it never bothered me. Bikers knew their place in the flow of traffic and were actually an enjoyable part of life to me. I was never annoyed or frustrated by bicyclists in Colorado, Waco is an entirely different story.
About a week ago the student body moved back into this complex city and while I love the University, I cannot stand ignorant bikers. So many of these bicyclists haven’t even gotten on a bike since they were in middle school and have now forgotten the rules of the road. They act as though they are entirely invincible and put themselves in almost constant danger. They don’t stop at intersections and they ride against the flow of traffic while talking on their fancy new iPhones.
What frustrates me most is that they are giving a bad name to bicyclists everywhere. These ignorant cyclists are turning the driving public against a great form of transportation and it frustrates me to no end… I look forward to the day I once again live in a bike literate town. In the meantime I will spend my days looking out for 19 year old students on their Wal-Mart junkers.
Well, I was thinking about talking about baseball season, but I’m really no expert when it comes to sports so that subject is out the window. I’ve got a friend over at searchingbutnotlost.tumblr.com that does a random musing spot every now and then, maybe I could do something similar to that… since we are effectively the same person this may work.
Today I was thinking:
Its been way too long since I’ve posted, I need to make this a regular thing, especially since I haven’t been in school for over a year now and I think my brain is melting.
Life Update:
I’ve started writing about three different things since I started trying to write this blog; why I hate August, why I love Autumn and why Baylor fans love preseason football. I’m not actually inspired by any of these topics right now and my muse is kind of dead at the moment. I just need to get a vision for what I want this blog to be. If I try to journal I end up far too self-conscious and I just end up never blogging, so I need to find something less personal. If you are reading this you most likely know that I am very opinionated, so maybe I could use this as a venue to voice my opinions on different subjects. Tomorrow is attempt #2
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Having not grown up listening to Bob Marley, I feel like I’ve missed out an awful lot. I have been making up for lost time though. He has been my theme music this semester, guiding me to some of the best grades I’ve received through my academic career (who would have expected a musician toting the positives of marijuana would inspire me to be a better student?). Currently I’m listening to a song called No Woman No Cry, it shuts almost everything else down while it is on. I breathe more easily, my mind clears up and I am at peace. It is a simple song, Bob isn’t providing some answer to all of life’s problems, he is offering a temporary respite from one’s problems. As soon as the song is over, the world comes slowly trickling back in… but for a short seven minutes and nine seconds, I’m sitting with Bob on a dilapidated street in Kingston… just existing… just being.
I recently rediscovered my love for the Avett Brothers. This is a great alt-bluegrass group that I found out about the summer of ‘07 at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. They play a high energy style and their concerts are more like punk rock concerts than one would expect. Last night, working at Common Grounds, a friend (also a co-worker) and I sang along to one of their albums while we were working, it was maybe the most fun I’ve had while working. It made working on a Saturday afternoon a whole lot more fun that it should have been. Everybody should come on down to Waco and I’ll make you a cowboy coffee… the sing along is free.
I’m sitting in one of my last couple Extreme Deviance classes right now. Last night I was up until 4:00 a.m. writing the last Historiographical essay I will ever have to write. I am supposed to turn it in at 2:00 p.m. Today is a really big deal, I finally feel like my college career is coming to a close. The reality of the situation is become more than just some abstract thought. Today is a big day…
I’m having a crummy afternoon. I’ve realized that I am still missing a lot of my friends’ numbers, so I cannot get in touch with most of them. I have hours and hours ahead of me with absolutely nothing to do, and I’m really craving some good human interaction. It is rainy outside, which just adds to my malaise at this moment. I’m a big ball of conflict right now. The weather makes me want to go to bed and not wake up until tomorrow, but I really want to be with people… I’m a mess
I’m so incredibly close to finishing… school that is. Well, at least undergrad. I have just two papers and a couple of tests between me and that long sought after piece of sheepskin. There have been dozens of movies that have mapped this scenario, it seems that young Hollywood has been cutting its teeth on these bubble gum teeny bopper movies for the last 20 years.
My college experience has been much different than pretty much anything I’ve seen on the silver screen. I didn’t party for three and a half years only to realize in my last semester that I actually have to enroll in the classes I want credit for. I didn’t join a fraternity and haze pledges while drinking a keg of fratty light by myself. I didn’t sleep around or even date just for fun.
No, my collegiate experience would be less like a Tara Reid/Ryan Reynolds movie and much more like a grainy documentary you would see at Sundance. It wouldn’t need special effects, just some cliched commentary and Indie music. It might win some awards in that kind of setting. An unusual kid that doesn’t really fit into the mold breaks free and becomes his own man. This is the kind of story that one would find in a classic American novel. You know the ones I’m talking about… the ones you never finished Junior year of high school because they were too boring to keep you awake at night and your teacher made you cite 42 instances of dramatic irony in chapter 4.
My life would be another Hemingway, Steinbeck or Salinger novel that you keep on your shelf because it makes you seem deeper or more learned than your friends. I love where I’ve been and where I’m going… I’m fine without the glitz and glamour… I’m glad that my life is void of cartoony covers or page turning antics… I love where God has taken me.