BREAKING NEWS: Houston, we have separation. The module has landed, and i settling into its new environment. Will relay telemetry as it comes in.
Basta (enough) with the disclaimer:
I was born in NYC and lived most of my life in sight of the Manhattan skyline. Now I look out my window and see deer in my back yard. Is this progress?
I was a fat, nerdy, painfully shy, super smart kid. Now I am a pretty fit, covertly nerdy, can-pretend-not-to-be-shy, less smart adult. This is probably progress.
I was always an introvert who lived inside his head and buried himself in books and music. I am now a closet introvert who still lives inside his head but loves the physicality of working out (and other things) and who manages to entertain large groups of musicians by lecturing about the intricacies of great music. This is definitely progress.
OhKay, Laaadies, here's the sexy part: I do cooking, shopping and housework. (Cool down, now...See why I saved that for last?)
And I'm looking at the big sky. (Cue K.B.)
Driving a stick (OK, no comments, huh?).
Being self-deprecating. (OK, I'm not even good at that.)
That I shudder to think.
The noticeable shudder.
How old-fashioned a word "shudder" is.
How much I notice things about words like that.
Is anybody watching by this point?
Music: in my car right now:
Atoms for Peace plus the Eraser
Early Radiohead (there were so cute starting out, weren't they?)
Schubert's A minor String Quartet (Did you see the Avengers? The scene with Loki in Stuttgart? That was the music. Awesome piece.)
Schumann Symphonies on original instruments. (I can go authentic or I can go historical--I'm just that kind of guy.)
All of this on CD, mind you. I'm putting a turntable in my car next week. (Are you old enough to know that is a joke? Or cool enough to have a turntable?)
Obsessed again with the St. Matthew Passion. (No, it's not some soft core porn involving monks.)
Sampling of movies: Lord of the Rings, 8 1/2 (the Fellini movie, not the size of anything). Either an art film where nothing happens for two hours or movie where lots of things blow up (preferably spaceships).
Recent books: Cloud Atlas, The Sense of an Ending. (not much time in my life for fiction, sadly...reading time taken up with work)
Currently: Karl Ove Knausgard's stunningly involving six-volume My Struggle. (Only two translated so far; I may have to learn Norwegian.)
More sex (Oh, wait, I do without these last two all the time)
I mean classical music especially. You do not meed to like classical music. I have a personal relationship with pieces of music; it's really one-on-one. (Don't be jealous.)
And lately: trilobites. What did they do for 350 million years? Without Facebook?
Or maybe I'm watching a old episode of Stargate.
You thought my cultural references were so pretentious you want to smack me one.
You know how to pronounce "risotto".
You think it goes against the laws of nature to have Aliens and Predators in the same movie.
You believe the music of Bach to be a deeply transcendent experience (but that Radiohead is pretty good.)
You thought any of this was funny and/or true.