Music obsessions
I get really hooked on songs for a day or two, listen to them practically on repeat, and then kind of forget about them. Today it happens to be Blur’s Blue Jeans, a track off one of their early albums (as in it predates Parklife- shocking!). Damon Albarn kind of outdoes himself on the harmonies in this one; I can hear at least four, and I think there are more weaving between the others. Beautiful song, at any rate (except for every once in a while there’s a sound that sounds like the beginning of my old cell phone ring, so I keep going “Oh shit, my phone.” Hearing my cell phone kind of makes me briefly panic, like it’s essential that I find the phone fast enough. But let’s move on…).
I do kind of realize this whole brief obsession thing really has less to do with music than my personality. I’ll get into something for a few days and then just drop it. For instance, about two weeks ago, I was all about beading, making new earrings, etc. I’ve managed to get ALL my beads out, which is probably a good thing because some of them are from the early 90s and really need to be sacrificed to the trash gods. They’re now sitting in my basement, untouched for the last week. Point being, I do this with most everything, music, bead, food, guys. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been like, “Ooh, ooh, ooh I really like this boy,” for all of three days. It’s like 0-60 in four seconds and then straight back to 0. Maybe I should keep this in mind when starting relationships, because (and history has proved this to be true) my interest might not last that long. So I’m advocating a policy of completely casual dating for myself from now on. There. Done.
In other news, I was finally able to tell Cingular to shove my big, old phone up their asses and switch to Verizon. Confidence is not blooming, however, because the guy behind the counter at the Verizon store greeted most of my queries with blank stares (though in his defense, he did sometimes blink at me). And apparently Cingular is dragging their unfriendly feet in porting my number, which is causing a number of problems, which I don’t really feel like recounting. Suffice to say, I have this fancy new phone that can’t receive calls. This actually might be a good thing since it’s got polyphonic ringtones, so while I can make it play the Queen of the Night aria from the Magic Flute, I can’t just make it ring.
Oh, last thing. The Chicago Tribune published my Letter to the Editor today: http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/oped/chi-0406030181jun03,1,7568769.story
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