Wednesday, February 28, 2007

the musical drug

Aren't these the most beautiful lyrics you've ever heard? I think so......my musical diet has been monotonously Shinsy for nearly 6 weeks now. And it's anything but monotonous. The music fills my ears and heart simultaneously and spills over into the car and nothing hurts at all.


Sleeping Lessons........

Go without
'Til the need seeps in
You're low, anymore
Collect your novel petals for the stem

And glow
Glow
Melt and flow
Eviscerate your fragile frame
And spill it out in ragged form
A thousand different versions of yourself

And if the old guard still offend
They got nothing left on which you depend
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood
And off with their heads
Jump from The Book


You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life

And they got no right
As sure as you have eyes
They got no right

Just put yourself in my new shoes
And see that I do what I do
Because the old guard still offend
We got nothing left on which we depend
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood
And off with their heads
Jump from The Book
You're not obliged
To swallow anything you despise
That you despise

......................The Shins

Sunday, February 25, 2007

I really can't remember when I started knowing about class differences, but by the time I was in high school it was clear to me that I was lower class, and I had absorbed the idea that I deserved it somehow...that my family had been in poverty for generations and it would likely continue and that I should try to hide it from my peers.
My dad was, and still is a minister. He went to college, lived a poor student's life, graduated. I always had the idea that his degree was kind of fake. I mean, compared to other people who studied real things, his was not as valid. So he chose the best thing he could and went for it, whatever.
Recently though, I have started to see my parents in a different light.
I'm not a part of the church anymore, I think the whole thing is mostly half-truths based on the myths of several different religions and somehow fascinatingly still stuck in 1958.
However, my dad has worked for 30 years now as a counselor, preacher, the man everyone calls whenever anyone they love is in the hospital or psych ward, building construction worker, mechanic, the list goes on.
His salary has stayed steadily at about half of the people he serves.
Which meant that when my friends who went to that church were deciding which college to go to, I was realizing that I couldn't afford to go. I had a good and very well-meaning friend who told me that I should go to the expensive private school she was attending when we were about 20. She said the Lord had provided for her and He would do the same for me. In truth, General Motors had provided for her and the "Lord" really was providing for me, via my father's oh-so-godly service position. And it wasn't enough.
I learned recently that while my dad was in college he was offered a job making (in 1975) twice as much as he does now. The first thing I said was " I could've gone to any college I wanted."
All of a sudden I realized that none of those people were better than me. I could've had as much as any of them, but my dad believed he was doing a noble thing which he thought would make his life richer or something. I don't know. Somehow it makes a difference to know we were poor by choice.
He has a chance now to change that. To put away nobility and to have a retirement fund.
I hope he does. He deserves it. And it is inspiring.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

goodbye saturn

So, here I am, seemingly at the conclusion of my first Saturn return. Maybe. It feels like it's the end. God, I hope so. It's slow, like one morning I was happy to wake up, and then I realized I feel so much better this winter than last. One day a few weeks ago, I woke up singing "I can see clearly now the rain is gone" And it was true.
Someone should warn people about that thing that happens sometime after 25 and sometime before 30 that makes you feel poopy.
I will.
Chris, these next couple years blow. Lower your expectations. I'll be here to rub your feet and say "It will all be over in a bit"
And also, if we're still in MI, "We'll be out of this hellhole soon"
And if we are actually out of MI, "At least we're out of Michigan"
Peace.