THINK I'LL PACK IT IN, BUY A PICKUP, MOVE IT DOWN TO L.A.
What a lovely night. In the afternoon I went to the Michael Curtis lecture, followed immediately by the opening of Baby With the Bathwater, starring Adam! It was a great production, from detail to detail, and the acting was amazing. After that, Megan, Dave, and I hung out at the 61c for a while, then visited one of the potential houses that we were considering moving into. The people who live there are really interesting and like to talk about Derrida (score!), and the house itself was great. I don't know if everybody else is quite as smitten as I am, but I really am. The other house felt a little cold to me, and just generally not what we need in a living space. I want something that feels organic, with its quirks and problems, and this had a lot of everything that I could want in a house. I think there's a good chance we'll end up going with it, but we'll see. It's at least nice to know that we have a really solid (and cheap) possibility.

After that we went to Erik's for a game of Taboo (which, while tense at moments, was won eventually by Dave and I). I feel generally content and positive about things, especially about having a house with my friends and traveling with them over spring break. I can hardly wait.

THE SHOT LEAVES ME GAGGING FOR THE ARROW
Megan and I have this idea for a mid-90s jukebox in our house, wherever we'll live next year. It would have all the songs that the alterna stations played when we were in seventh grade, which was probably the last time either of us really listened to the radio. Listening to the radio used to be an activity unto itself; I like to think this was before Clear Channel took over forty (or is it sixty?) percent of the airwaves, but it probably wasn't. All of the radio crud that's popular today seems so weak in comparison to the songs that were popular then, but I'm sure that, if I had been 19 in the mid-90s, I would have felt the same way and scorned Garbage and Belly in favor of Echo and the Bunnymen or Husker Du.

But nothing sounds quite like the things that you associated with the older kids, the ones who wore skater jeans and smoked cigarettes on the drive home from school. It was impossible to figure out what to say to them, and it probably still is. Did anybody else make tapes off of the radio during snow days? When we were in seventh grade, that was all my friend Bridgett and I did. I can't remember any of the lyrics, but I do remember thinking hard about the 7 Mary 3 song my crush Ben Sands liked the best, and dancing whenever they played "Blister in the Sun."

I want to cultivate that feeling of remembering a time when coolness was so evasive, not because I think of myself as cool now, but because I know too much about how high school is bunk and I can't really care about it anymore. Is this the reason everybody else is so 1994 nostalgic? Or is it just because the eighties trend, despite our protests to the contrary, took seed anyway? I find it impossible not to think about these things.