Do you remember that feeling you would get when someone would make you a mix-tape?
It was a culmination of the joy and the discovery of all sorts of new melodies for your ears and then the sheer joy that they thought you were special enough to use hours of their lives to create this beautiful little portal into another audio fueled dimension.
Today I got caught up in the nostalgia of it all, and tried to think of the modern equivalent. Somehow a spotify playlist doesn’t have that same romantic allure of a mix-tape.
I mean it’s all the same thing… with none of the heart.
Would the modern technology equivalent be a flash drive full of the best memories that can fit on it?
I kinda like the idea of a flash drive full of silly things like that.
I think the best mix-tapes happened on cassette, there was so much strategy.
So much sitting by the radio waiting for the right song to play…. you know it’s going to be on next!
So much anticipation… will they like all 4 songs from the Goo Goo Dolls?
Will they think Guided by Voices is cool?
Will the Cure change their existence like it did mine?
Will they like Sammy Hagar fronted Van Halen songs?
And the song I quoted was one of my favorite 90s songs.
A song from a one-hit wonder… that wasn’t even their hit. It may have been on every mixtape I ever made… it goes with anything from the Clash to Lisa Loeb.
Okay, Paris is always a good idea. Especially if you are a character in a romantic movie with Humphey Bogart… or Harrison Ford. (In today’s world I think you should be able to pick which Sabrina you want to be or for the boys which Linus Larabee you want to be.)
Don’t judge me… but I’d pick this version. I mean… yeah. The clothes alone in that movie would make my life ridiculously fancier.
Anyways, l kind of wish I was there. I mean not with Humprey Bogart in a movie… but in Paris. You know what I mean, internet.
I felt like I got to go on a vacation today because I got to go measure a place outside of my office… which is always thrilling. With Thon who I have never gotten to have a work time field trip with. And we got to have an adventure because we took the wrong freeway and got mildly to moderately lost. The only downside of our field trip was that it was a fabulous adventure in measuring the showers in a locker room… the truly un-glamorous moments of working in the architectural field. Not only did I end up with frizzy hair due to inner bathroom moisture… but I saw quite a bit of naked elderly ladies. More than my daily quota (which for those inquiring minds is 0 naked old ladies.)
And I felt a little more than awkward being around them with a clipboard, a marker, a measuring tape. Some inquired what I was doing… others just gave me strange looks. I didn’t mind answering questions… because I would want to know if I was in their position.
What can you really do?
After all I had a job to do. And I could have given a singing crustacean about their nudity.
Somehow though, being around that many naked people who didn’t give a damn about it felt very European in nature… But the fact that I ate Mexican fast food for lunch shortly thereafter reminded me that I was in fact not in any portion of Europe. Also the fact that I was so far into the desert today I thought I drove to the end of the world… and then a tumbleweed dramatically strolled past my car on my return to civilization. And my contacts were filled with dusty cruds.
Oh California, with your large gaps in civilization, and questioning nude geriatric women… How silly you are.
Some people have relationships and all sorts of other ships.
I being a bit on the awkward side would like to take this time to announce that I don’t really do well in relationships… mostly because I have only have a makeshift raft of relations:
It stays afloat and everything… but it has no sides… it’s not really going to protect you from the water or sharks or anything. Actually it isn’t really helpful unless you need to be marooned on Gilligan’s Island… or you want to hang out with Tom Sawyer and Jim…
I think those last 2 sentences alone explain why I have a relation-raft.
Also the fact that today I am so excited to be able to stay at home by myself… explains a lot of it too. I mean I’ve just had something to do every night for the last 2 weeks… and tonight screams “Let’s wear sweatpants and watch romantic comedies while you illustrate.”
Any who happy Wednesday!
And how does everybody keep their relationships/rafts/buckets afloat?
Today I am very excited to share the majesty and sheer joy that it is Zelda Fitzgerald’s birthday!If your counting she would be 113 years old today.
And with all the F. Scott Fitzgerald hubub that happened earlier this year I think Zelda is due some time to be adored…
Last year when I decided to take up things that excite me even though I was feeling old, I found Zelda. A free wheeling, funky socialite… who was more brilliant and scathingly delicious than our current vapid Kardashians socialites . I immersed myself in knowledge of this lady who is the same age as my Great Grandmother, but lived such a different life than someone who lived on a farm most of her days. The more I read, the more Zelda and I had in common, drinking a little too much, partying just a little too long, painting without being so serious, and being a flapper (haven’t I told you guys I’m a world famous flapper???) . I found myself completely stunned by a lady who at 27 decided to become a professional ballerina.
So I studied her, read her work, and can thusly say… Zelda Fitzgerald was amazing.
And she would like to be told that in all forms of art, and since I cannot write as well as others… I certainly can doodle:
She was also known to have said the following:
“She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.”
I use that saying a lot in my life… in my head… when I know I should be doing something better with my time.
Anyways, I hope everyone is having one of those days that they wish they could remember forever. While I try to figure out how to spend my time…
Today I’m going to tell you a story about when I was in school…
When I was in school I was a good student… which really surprised people because I seemed really unfocused in nearly every lecture class I had.
I just really was good at comprehending the subject matters I studied and once I did… I didn’t have all day to hear the lecturer talk about alabaster in its various applications, I just daydreamed until the hour-forty five had passed. And of course I had read the textbook the day before, so I had all my day to not think about trying to memorize anything but stuff I wanted to.
Now all my daydreaming probably would have been just fine, had I not forced my weird imagination on my friends, especially Jimmy. He wanted to pay attention so badly and all I ever did was distract him. I would spend my time sending him drawings of Jamba Juice cups, Lambs that were striped, and well taco’s and how much I wished I was eating or building a place to hold tacos and not be in that class.
So dedication time… this Doodle goes all the way out to Jimmy who is like many miles away from me right now, but could probably use a laugh:
Quite candidly internet, I would list distracting people as one of my finer qualities. If you spend time with me the next thing you know is that it could be hours… or even years. And there is going to be sketchbooks of doodles to go along with it.
Now I must return to some doodles that I am working on like super seriously!
Okay I was super prepared to make another post. I was in it, I was going the distance.
And then I didn’t hit post. Because it just really wasn’t happening in my gut. I felt like there was something better I could share.
And then when I was driving home I realized what it was. Last week in my silly adventures I ended up on this Date Duration Calculator… and I found out today is my 10,000th day!
Because you know I’m a bit of a sappy girl I bring you this doodle:
And in my super 10,000 day knowledge I have decided I totally am going to live my next 1,000 days like Dolly Parton. Who I have always adored… but the more I learn about her the more I see her as a force of absolute goodness in this world. And really don’t we need more of that? I want to help with that!
Also thanks to Jonathon who understood my joy of 10,000 days. Just to let you know I ate Ice Cream and wore a very sparkly necklace to celebrate it… and did I mention there was a new Mindy Project? Well there was, and my whole day was just wonderful :)
One more thing. Use the calculator and calculate some of your special days. I’d like to see some of your numerical triumphs!