Tuesday, January 20, 2004
It's cold and dreary outside. It's been snowing all day, a wet, slushy snow. There's hardly any accumulation though. Today is a day for staying home. The kind of day where you wake up and take a shower just so you can smell all good and have silky, soft skin when you repajama. Today is a day for drinking chamomile tea in bed while reading a good book. Nothing too deep though, just a good feeling, romance novel. A story that's not too trashy but not too mushy, something simply sweet enough to make you, if only for the day, open to the possibilities of love again.
Unfortunately, I have to be out in the wet cold today. I just left work and I'm on the light rail headed to the campus. Today is the first day of the spring semester. I'm sitting a couple of seats behind two white guys who reek of weed and too much cheap cologne. Cologne probably worn in an unsuccessful attempt to disguise the weed smell. They both have on ESPN clothes, silver chains, and goatees. When their stop came they both stepped off the train bobbing their heads and reciting rap hooks. It's not the actual clothes that stand out, it's their attitude that gets me. They seemed very confident in their look, as if they said to themselves in the mirror this morning, "Yes!", "I finally got it, I got this shit on lock!" Like the thousands of rap songs they have heard,analyzed, and rewound over and over until they have the lyrics memorized, over and over until the songs play in their heads, head phones unnecessary, have led them to believe that they have actually lived what they heard. That listening experience combined with the ridiculous,over exposure to Marshall (I'm sure they feel they are on a first name basis with dude) must be some powerful shit. Hell, they almost had me convinced.
Unfortunately, I have to be out in the wet cold today. I just left work and I'm on the light rail headed to the campus. Today is the first day of the spring semester. I'm sitting a couple of seats behind two white guys who reek of weed and too much cheap cologne. Cologne probably worn in an unsuccessful attempt to disguise the weed smell. They both have on ESPN clothes, silver chains, and goatees. When their stop came they both stepped off the train bobbing their heads and reciting rap hooks. It's not the actual clothes that stand out, it's their attitude that gets me. They seemed very confident in their look, as if they said to themselves in the mirror this morning, "Yes!", "I finally got it, I got this shit on lock!" Like the thousands of rap songs they have heard,analyzed, and rewound over and over until they have the lyrics memorized, over and over until the songs play in their heads, head phones unnecessary, have led them to believe that they have actually lived what they heard. That listening experience combined with the ridiculous,over exposure to Marshall (I'm sure they feel they are on a first name basis with dude) must be some powerful shit. Hell, they almost had me convinced.
