Music Equals Blah

Today was cold. Very cold. I know some people here in Buffalo thrive on the cold & snow and sometimes use the "it was WAY colder when I was in undergrad" argument to explain that it's not as cold as the thermometer tells us, but if it's under sixty degrees, then that's cold in my book.

If the below freezing temperatures and snow covered sidewalks weren't enough, a set of songs from my iPod came on, which made my mood exponentially worse.
As everyone who has ever lived a semi-interesting life knows, music gives us certain memories when we hear them and these three songs in particular reminded me quite a bit of summer, the beach, and a much warmer time.

I just wanted to drive and drive until I hit the southern coast or the sun or a beach. My heart was breaking for white sand instead of dirty white snow. But I can't just leave. I have roots here now. Or obligations to say the least. The days of driving & driving until I run out of gas are over. I'm a grown-up now. How ironic that I figured this out while listening to songs from my youth.

I am so over winter. The four seasons are over rated.





For those interested, the three songs that prompted this post are:

"All Summer" by Kid Cudi
"The First Day of Spring" by The Gandharvas
"Ocean Breathes Salty" by Sun Kil Moon

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Entry Two (part 1)

I'm early. That's no surprise if you know me. I got in my car at 1:45pm for a four o'clock appointment at NCCC. The weather in Buffalo is snowy and cold, so I wanted to warm my car up & wait for the snow to melt off it.

If you've ever seen my snow brush, you'd understand.

I was nervous on my way here. Not because of the interview, but for everything leading up to it.

What if the roads were bad? What if my car breaks down and I have to walk 45 miles? What if a semi jack-knifes and I'm put behind schedule?

The roads turned out to be fine, so I set the cruise control for five miles over the speed limit (getting pulled over would NOT have helped!) and set off for the college.

About five miles from my appointment I got stuck behind a pick-up carrying lumber. I gave him some room because all I could imagine was one of the 2X4s flying through my windshield.
That would have set me behind schedule, I think.

I'm not really nervous about the interview or the ten minute lesson I have to present, but if they don't have a dry-erase board in the room we're in, I'm going to have to improvise!

More soon.

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