Thursday, December 16, 2004
red dreams.
so we here at Hold On to Young Ideas (by that I mean me) have been feeling like this lately. tomorrow is the last day I will step into a classroom in a university for a while (maybe, ever). my American education is over. and I'm all red with joy.
theres a twofold impulse here: I am afraid that the fantasy I have been living for the past four years is going to turn into one of those bad end-of-the-world bible novels that has everyone at Wal-Mart going nutso for reading (only if Faulkner or Anti-Pop Consortium could do that to people). then again, its all about ideas. and I gots me a couple.
amongst them:
two books (a novel and a history/theory book on Latin-Amuurrrica and electronic music)
find a listenable copy of James Brown: Live at the Apollo
teach English in Argentina (and subsequently ransack the city for this)
go to Wrigley Field and boo at something
live in Manchester, England for a while and watch the British for hours in silence
walk all the way to Los Angeles just to shake my head in disappointment at the passersby
move to Mexico City and try not to breathe
and rub elbows with those ugly kids in Brooklyn
then again, theres always that neat plastics factory down the street.
oh, man.
but, theres always inspiration. and more inspiration.
and the line of the week brought to you by the incurable Sasha Frere-Jones:
Holy pepper flakes on a pleather jock strap—it is hella assedly cold.
