Today the shaggy mass of hair attacking my neck became too much and I had to get a haircut. Getting a haircut in a strange town is always an adventure. Some how describing to another person how you want your hair cut is always an adventure in communication. I usually end up losing. I walked out of there looking like some kind of Ricky Martin wanna be. Thank goodness you can’t screw up my hair that bad–I took a shower as soon as I got home and I was back to my usual self.
Monthly Archives: June 1999
Shopping Malls and Yo-Yo Salesmen
Today I found a shopper’s mecca: Woodfield Mall and surrounding area in Schaumberg, Illinois. The mall itself was just nuts. It had three levels, and just about any store you could think of. The whole area certainly rivaled Minnesota’s Mall of America. All Woodfield lacked was an amusement park in the middle. Just about any store you can imagine, or have ever heard of, and even some stores I’ve never heard of were down there. I’ve seen retail explosion around malls before, but this was ridiculous. Every piece of land within a few miles of the mall was crammed full of shopping centers and plazas. I think I saw at least three large bridal shops. America, where retail is king.
What Else I Hate
Today I saw a bumper sticker that said, “I love smut.” For the first time in my life I was tempted to rear-end somebody.
While I’m on the subject, you know what else I hate. Those Bally’s and Vic Tanny (yeah, I’m probably spelling it wrong) commercials warning you to work off those extra pounds so you’ll look good for the summer. And how do they do it? They show you people working out who should probably stop exercising and eat a little more. Cuz summer’s all about looking sexy on the beach, right? That’s all that matters in life. What happened to exercising just so you’ll feel better? Isn’t that the point? Do we want to be healthy or just skinnier than a rail?
Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear me, Happy Birthday to me.
Yep, today’s my birthday. And in case you’re worried about me being on my own and not being treated properly on my birthday, feel free to shower me with goodies. But seriously, I’m fine. My parents sent a balloon and a couple boxes of cookies. The more fun thing about having a birthday is that I can talk about it here.
I went downtown and yo-yoed today, and I was tempted to stop in every restaurant and ask if they had any kind of “free food on your birthday” deal. And more than any other birthday in my life (up to this point), I’ve actually been forced to think. I turned 20 today. 20. I’m not a teenager anymore. I’ve been around for two decades. I was born at the end of the seventies. Whoa. But I guess I am still a kid at heart. My mom said I was still a kid when I talked to her tonight. I mean c’mon, I was downtown yo-yoing today. What kind of an adult does that? It still surprises me how old I am. “Kids” like me have fought and died in wars. “Kids” like me have been married with kids of their own. “Kids” like me have changed the world.
And I guess as a true measure of adulthood, I took the train downtown today. Oh the joys of mass transit! Public transportation is just cool. I like to drive, but why fight traffic for over an hour, when I can just sit on my butt and read a book or drift off to sleep? I thought it was pretty cool. More cities need trains like Chicago. Also while I was downtown, I saw the cows! Way cool.
See the Raging Waters
Passion. Intensity. Idealism. The individual. The group. Life. Heartache. Yearning. Longing. Searching. Asking. Trying. Questioning. Action. Hurt. Relief. Wonder. Amazement. Awe. Joy. Sorrow. Loss. Suffering. Sacrifice. Blood, sweat, tears. Puzzlement. Understanding. Belief. Knowledge. Wisdom. Confusion. Doubt. Arrogance. Pride. Contempt. Apathy. Pleasure. Contentment. Faith and the unknown.
I look out my window and see the raging waters. I step out my door and move closer to the surging flood. The water flows, faster than it should, pulling and tugging at everything. It overcomes, it devours, it consumes. And I shall swim upstream.
Life stands before me with so many questions, and so few answers. I turn on the TV and watch a stirring documentary on PBS. The hippies, counter culture, and revolutionists of the sixties and seventies. Where have they gone? Was it simply a revolution of sex, drugs, and rock & roll? What’s the point? You protested your parents’ materialism, racism, and violence, and where are we now? We bombed Saigon, and we bombed Pristina. Where is the life in it all? What does the 40 hours a week get you? Financial security? You call it security, but is it really? Nothing’s certain. There’s no such thing as financial security in this life.
I look back and see your young idealism. Where did it go? In some it’s still alive. In others it’s dim and faded, long since lost in the cobwebs and dust. But I also see your young idealism in the mirror. Will I bow to the same fate? I look about me and wish I could say the same for my generation. In some ways, I can see them waking up. But in other ways, I seem them bowing to the world of freedom and pleasure that you opened for them. Life is one big party, right?
Will this world ever see? Will this world ever understand? Will I ever see? Will I ever understand?
Dreams about Lightsabers
The other night I dreamed I fought in a lightsaber duel. And considering how extremely cool it was, I thought it would be appropriate to discuss. I think one of the coolest things about the Star Wars saga is the lightsabers. It’s one of several truly original things in Star Wars. Of course Star Wars is more than your average sci-fi flick, but if you compare them, most sci-fi flicks have space ships and lasers and big scary bad guys. But how many have laser swords? How cool is that? It can cut through anything. It can deflect laser blasts. It’s also cool because it’s nothing you can actually have.
Raging River in Judson
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. And he better wake up, cuz he’s gonna be wet pretty soon. We’ve had a lot of rain here in Chicago the past several days, and that tiny little river that lazily snakes through Judson–well, it isn’t so tiny, and it isn’t so lazy anymore. I think it dreams of taking over the campus. Right now it’s flooded the front yard of one of the dorms, and the basement of my dorm is flooding. There’s something that makes you feel kind of powerless when you see all that raging water.
Yo-yo’s, Downtown Chicago and Artistic Cows
Well, there I go again. Friends come in for the weekend, and I stop pondering. Sorry, hope you don’t feel to deprived. But I’m back.
This weekend my girl friend came down again, and two good friends and former yo-yo partners also came down. We had a blast yo-yoing on the streets of Chicago. Yeah, that’s right, we went downtown and stood on the corner and yo-yoed. Made some decent money too. Nothing like doing what you love and getting paid for it.
Highlights from two days of yo-yoing? I saw kids on a leash. That has to be the most degrading thing on the planet. The funniest thing was that the woman had two kids, so one leash on each arm. If the kids ever got smart, they could run around in circles and tie mom up real fast.
I also found out that German Shepherds don’t like yo-yo’s. A really big one kept barking at me while I was yo-yoing. I jumped the first time he did it.
Downtown Chicago is pretty cool. I haven’t seen too much of it, but what I have seen is really cool. This summer they’re having a really cool art exhibit too. Spread across the downtown there are supposed to be 200 life size cows painted by local artists. I heard about it on PBS and saw two of them while I was down there. I think it officially starts on June 15. I thought it was an utterly cool idea (sorry, couldn’t help the pun).
Well, my yo-yo finger needs some rest, so I’ll ponder later. By the way, I don’t think the summer is a very good time for many intelligent ponderings. They seem to be few and far between.
Credit Card Laundry
It’s laundry time this week on Kevin’s Summer Away From Home. You watched him cook for himself and not burn the place down, now see if he can get his clothes clean. So I went down to the laundry room today to see how much it would cost me. I looked at all the machines, and I couldn’t find the quarter slots. Then I realized–there were no quarter slots! Free laundry? At a college? No way. But just when I thought I had discovered the best part about Judson, I turned around and saw a credit card machine on the wall. You need a stinkin’ credit card to do your laundry at Judson. Well, I guess the plus side is I don’t have to save up the quarters. Now I just need the plastic.
Working Hard
Aren’t summers supposed to be slow and lazy? What happened? Did I grow up or something?