January 08, 2006
Back in NY.
AZ is lovely this time of year but damn if it ain't boring. With the exception of some wondernous parties and kicking it with my family. I kept resolving to wake up earlier than two but it never happened.
Of course you can't really criticize a place for being boring when the first thing you did when you got out of it (after the hellish slog in from the airport) was take a shower, go to Chipotle for a burrito, then spend the rest of the evening eating Take Five bars, drinking milk, and watching "Veronica Mars" and "The Wire" on DVD.
By the way, "The Wire" is fucking good. Case in point, a scene where the lead detective and his partner parse the scene of a shooting saying nothing but "fuck, fuck, fuck" with various inflections, instead of the babble about trajectories and angles of entry and all that stuff you'd expect. I'd say it's the "Anti-CSI" if I had ever seen an episode of CSI and had anything but my uninformed ideas about what that show might be like to go on.
Now that I'm back among the iPod-ed classes, I have resumed my slavish devotion to shuffle. Even if there's a song or couple songs or, in those rarest of cases, a whole album I feel like listening to, it hurts me to break up a good shuffle I got goin'. I have a whole mess of songs I downloaded over break from mp3 blogs and never got around to actually listening to. When I'm in front of iTunes, I'm too ADD: the ability to scroll around and change tracks at will means I do so every thirty seconds or so, and in those thirty seconds in between I'm not really listening, I'm reading whatever website I'm on or IMing somebody or obsessively Googling myself or Hammerkatz. Gregor's friend Rina said she'd listen to a song over and over again for two or three days until she was beyond sick of it. On the other extreme, I barely listen once.
But now I have time to walk around with music. I can soak in songs about running from the sheriff's rope, drinking after the party is over, and an ass-shaking competition champ, variously.
I don't have an mp3 for you 'cause I'm on a school computer but Donald's "Mushaboom" remix is something else entirely: guaranteed to light the nearest indie girl's ass on fire. This is the DJ whose New Year's mix got my friend Trevor in AZ a speeding ticket. Believe it.
It's now burrito o'clock.
Posted by DC at January 8, 2006 04:37 PM