Small boats adhere to my feet...
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jon_chaissonMore of the spring cleaning.
Tunage: Severed Heads, "My First Steps" from Rotund for Success
Yesterday's Oddest Find: a scrap of paper with a single word on it: "TREE".
It's weird, but it almost feels like I'm doing interior cleaning, so to speak, while I dig through all of this crap. A lot of old ghosts, a lot of invisible elephants, a lot of 'oh-I-get-it-now' slaps on the forehead, coming to the surface. It's only taken me this long to finally face them.
Found a list of former coworkers from the Media Center today. I hate to sound like a geek here, but the Emerson Library (back when it was at 150 Beacon Street) was probably the neatest place to hang out when I wasn't hanging with friends at the dorms. Five floors--six, if you count the basement where the Media Center was--and each floor had its own layout completely different from the others. The stairways were even more interesting--one main one going to the third floor, a smaller one going from the third to the fourth, access to the fifth floor only by the back stairway, and a steep cellar-type stairway going to the basement. The back stairway was the only one that went straight from the basement to the 5th floor, and it circled one of those funky old-style gate elevators.
So anyway. The Media Center brings back a lot of memories, a lot of good ones at that, of my work-study residency there for 4 years. Drinking morning coffee while watching the morning news...listening to WFNX on the radio in the back room...watching old movies with coworkers and friends...heading out to the front steps for a smoke during the summer nights...ah, fun days. Lots of fun had, lots of lonely times had, but all in all an interesting place to work.
So here I am with this MC call list, and I figure--I'm going to kick myself in the head for doing this, but I go online and Google some of these people. So what I found is this: a full-time at-home mother, a lawyer, an engineer-type guy, and a part-time musician. EEP! Wow. Nothing like putting things into perspective.
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Tunage: The Stone Roses, "Fools Gold" (full 9-minute version)
Okay, I hear y'all. "Jon, why are you putting yourself through this pain, this embarrassment, this insanity? And furthermore, why are you sharing this tripe with us?" Heh...yeah, my self-effacing self is at it again. But why not? Sometimes I just gotta laugh at myself. But in answer to the first question, it's something I just have to do. When I moved back home waaaaay back in August of 1995 (keeripes, man, has it been that long?!??), I was in no shape to deal with all this stuff--items both material and emotional, that is--and it took me quite a few years to, as I called it, "unplug." And now that my sister Kat has done her share of digging through her half of the old cellar, it's only fair that I do my share.
So what I've done is this: I'm emptying out boxes and crates, and divvying it up into different sections: books, writings, clothes, magazines, etc. stuff, music ephemera, tapes/cds/etc....and once everything is in its right place I'm going to go through each one and fine-tooth-comb it all. And then I'm gonna go through my comics. Then lastly, I'm gonna go through (wait for it) my cds/vinyl/tapes, etc.
Yeah, the spring cleaning is THAT serious.
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Tunage: XTC, "King for a Day" from Oranges & Lemons
Hey Chris--you'll never guess what I found.
A Hint: a-wubba-weegle-yeki-oooooooptang. :D
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Tunage: Love & Rockets, "Motorcycle" from s/t album
Yeah. So I'm finding a lot of Murph drawings. Anyone who knows me knows who and what Murph is, but for a brief recap, Murph is my alter-ego and my almost-comic-book character I created in college. The guy is my outlet for smart-aleck remarks, odd turns of phrase ("Grape juice....I want...grape juice."), and when I want to let out my artsy I-wanna-be-Dave-Sim tendencies. And I do mean a lot of Murph drawings. Chris actually got roped into it back then, as a character named Mitch...more on this guy later.
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Okay, enough babbling. Back to work.
Tunage: Severed Heads, "My First Steps" from Rotund for Success
Yesterday's Oddest Find: a scrap of paper with a single word on it: "TREE".
It's weird, but it almost feels like I'm doing interior cleaning, so to speak, while I dig through all of this crap. A lot of old ghosts, a lot of invisible elephants, a lot of 'oh-I-get-it-now' slaps on the forehead, coming to the surface. It's only taken me this long to finally face them.
Found a list of former coworkers from the Media Center today. I hate to sound like a geek here, but the Emerson Library (back when it was at 150 Beacon Street) was probably the neatest place to hang out when I wasn't hanging with friends at the dorms. Five floors--six, if you count the basement where the Media Center was--and each floor had its own layout completely different from the others. The stairways were even more interesting--one main one going to the third floor, a smaller one going from the third to the fourth, access to the fifth floor only by the back stairway, and a steep cellar-type stairway going to the basement. The back stairway was the only one that went straight from the basement to the 5th floor, and it circled one of those funky old-style gate elevators.
So anyway. The Media Center brings back a lot of memories, a lot of good ones at that, of my work-study residency there for 4 years. Drinking morning coffee while watching the morning news...listening to WFNX on the radio in the back room...watching old movies with coworkers and friends...heading out to the front steps for a smoke during the summer nights...ah, fun days. Lots of fun had, lots of lonely times had, but all in all an interesting place to work.
So here I am with this MC call list, and I figure--I'm going to kick myself in the head for doing this, but I go online and Google some of these people. So what I found is this: a full-time at-home mother, a lawyer, an engineer-type guy, and a part-time musician. EEP! Wow. Nothing like putting things into perspective.
-----
Tunage: The Stone Roses, "Fools Gold" (full 9-minute version)
Okay, I hear y'all. "Jon, why are you putting yourself through this pain, this embarrassment, this insanity? And furthermore, why are you sharing this tripe with us?" Heh...yeah, my self-effacing self is at it again. But why not? Sometimes I just gotta laugh at myself. But in answer to the first question, it's something I just have to do. When I moved back home waaaaay back in August of 1995 (keeripes, man, has it been that long?!??), I was in no shape to deal with all this stuff--items both material and emotional, that is--and it took me quite a few years to, as I called it, "unplug." And now that my sister Kat has done her share of digging through her half of the old cellar, it's only fair that I do my share.
So what I've done is this: I'm emptying out boxes and crates, and divvying it up into different sections: books, writings, clothes, magazines, etc. stuff, music ephemera, tapes/cds/etc....and once everything is in its right place I'm going to go through each one and fine-tooth-comb it all. And then I'm gonna go through my comics. Then lastly, I'm gonna go through (wait for it) my cds/vinyl/tapes, etc.
Yeah, the spring cleaning is THAT serious.
----
Tunage: XTC, "King for a Day" from Oranges & Lemons
Hey Chris--you'll never guess what I found.
A Hint: a-wubba-weegle-yeki-oooooooptang. :D
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Tunage: Love & Rockets, "Motorcycle" from s/t album
Yeah. So I'm finding a lot of Murph drawings. Anyone who knows me knows who and what Murph is, but for a brief recap, Murph is my alter-ego and my almost-comic-book character I created in college. The guy is my outlet for smart-aleck remarks, odd turns of phrase ("Grape juice....I want...grape juice."), and when I want to let out my artsy I-wanna-be-Dave-Sim tendencies. And I do mean a lot of Murph drawings. Chris actually got roped into it back then, as a character named Mitch...more on this guy later.
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Okay, enough babbling. Back to work.
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Date: 2004-04-22 06:28 am (UTC)A Hint: a-wubba-weegle-yeki-oooooooptang. :D
No, you didn't. You had Shutesbury all along?????????? You right barstard!!!!!!!
hmm. We gotta get Amie and Eric onto this LJ thing...
Oh, and was that my "Tree" note? I've been looking for that for years!
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Date: 2004-04-22 10:29 am (UTC)Re: fleeeem
Date: 2004-04-22 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-22 05:14 pm (UTC)Oh, and if you keep things ex-girlfriends gave you be prepared to explain why you still have them when you are married.
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Date: 2004-04-22 07:35 pm (UTC)Well, I'm a packrat. Almost everything I write and do is highly mnemonic anyway. Said "TREE" note I believe had something to do with a plot of a novel I never finished...and most everything else either has a musical reference or a reference to an old ex...sometimes both.
Case in point--the song above reminds me of the hell of frosh year in college with a prick of a roommate and being away from previously mentioned old ex. The start of my "miserable bastard" era, if you will. :)
A lot of it I won't dispose of, because most of what I kept first time 'round was my writing. It's just a matter of taking those pages out of the spiral notebook and putting them somewhere safe. Yeah, I'm one of those people who uses five pages of a notebook and the rest is blank. (Anyone need some? Call 222-2222 for details! :D )
As for the ex-gf thing...well, some of that's gonna be hard to get rid of, but we'll see. Much to the point that she's married and has kids now, I'm sure most of the 'correspondence' can be tossed, tho' I'd feel better if I incinerated it. Not out of spite, mind you, but closure.