I love this hat. It is hard to deny that it is ridiculous though...
Well, everything in me wants to start talking about music. It’s where my mind is and thus, it’s where my fingers take you via this keyboard, these words, this blog, your eyes, and your mind. However, I’ve been told that it’s the bores when I just sit here and read WAY too into a few songs for so long that you have to do like 3 large pulls on the mouse scroller just to get to the bottom of it to see if there’s anything else. So I’ll chill out this time and talk about something else. However, before I do that and just to get my own personal fix, I’ll share with you a short 4-song mix that, if you are interested in getting your music on, you should check out.
1. Heart it Races (as played by Dr. Dog), technically by Architecture in Helsinki
2. Safe and Sound, by Electric President
3. Save it for a Rainy Day, by The Jayhawks
4. Sweet Disposition, by The Temper Trap
OK, I just needed to get that out of my system. Everything in me wants to explain to you why those four songs are completely worth your time but I’ll resist the urge. There's that though for those of you who are interested in finding a few new tunes to fall in love with. I'll move on.
So I think that I walk faster than almost anybody when I’m just walking around. It seems like almost no matter what, whenever someone makes the comment that he or she is “a fast walker”, everybody else sitting around will chime in with their own statement of “oh yeah, I’m definitely a really fast walker.” People like to communicate that they “just can’t believe how slow some people walk.” However, whenever you see people making these statements across the board, you have to take them with a slab of salt. So I look to my experiences with people. Now here’s the deal, I’m not trying to brag about how fast I am or anything but I’m just saying, people NEVER pass me. It just doesn’t happen. I am always the person passing other people. So it’s hard for me to believe that all of these people saying that they’re such speedy little walkers really are as speedy as they’re saying.
And I bet that right now you’re sitting there thinking “oh yeah that’s the way it is for me. I’m faster than everybody too.” I just don’t buy it though. There is no way that everybody really walks faster than everybody else when I still am always the one doing the passing. It just doesn’t statistically make sense. So yeah, you may not be a “slowass” (Mallory, Rachel, Betsy-ism there), but I just feel like the chances that you walk faster than I do are not high.
This all comes to light because today, I was walking on campus and what I thought would never happen happened. This dude was maybe 5’8” (and that is being generous). So he was a fairly short guy and he was wearing this Jansport backpack that must have been just absolutely packed full of books cause the straps on it looked like they were one hard step from just giving up. But there I am, walking briskly along in front of the library and out of the corner of my left eye, I saw him coming up around me. It was the weirdest feeling. Seriously I never experience having someone come up from behind me and pass me. I generally just assume that the last person that I passed is the closest person behind me. Sometimes I even bank on it and start singing a little to myself whenever I feel like I’ve gotten enough distance on the last person I passed. But he passed me. Fair and square. So I don’t really know what to say anymore. It made me feel like I am the person that I just accused all of you of being. I’m the guy who just THINKS he walks really fast but in reality, I get passed just like everybody else. I don’t know where it leaves me.
It was really messing with me for the next couple blocks or so until I came upon something else to take my mind off of it. I came up on the situation that you see all the time and probably always chuckle about in your head when you see it. Let me paint a picture for you:
You’re walking a short ways behind this guy who looks a little bit like he doesn’t know how to take a hint. And by that I mean that he doesn’t know how to look around him at all the other college students and see that he should not be tucking his t-shirt into his high-waisted, tapered BLUE jeans. That kind of thing. So basically, a homely little fellow. Seems like a nice guy though and he is probably just a little bit older than the average college student. Let’s go with somewhere around age 28-29. Then he sees her. Here she comes. She’s his female equivalent in every way. He knows her from a class that they had a couple semesters ago but he only talked to her a couple of times back then. He really wants to say something to her now but he hasn’t quite yet decided if he has the courage. You know he’s decided to speak up and be a man when you see his butt-cheeks clench underneath those beautiful wranglers. Then all of a sudden, she turns off onto another path!! Oh no! She’s not going to pass right by us anymore! What to do, what to do!? Our little friend panics and doesn’t say anything until she’s almost too far away and then, in a moment of courage, he speaks up! It was right at the last second; so when he says “hey Brenda!” she is roughly 15-20 feet away from him. However, she hears her name and turns around. SCORE!!! Now comes the part that I love and that is special to these types of fellows. In this situation, the socially comfortable person would walk closer to the other person. However, because both of these people are mildly inept at social situations, they will have an entire conversation at 20 feet! HAHA I love it! And if you have the time to stick around, the closure of these conversations is well worth waiting for. Often, it is even more riddled with awkwardness than the beginning. It’s kind of like a finale to a wonderful people-watching show. I can’t help but chuckle inside as I see them standing 20 feet from each other making what would probably have been an awkward conversation in the first place, 10 times more awkward by doing it at a distance. Oh it’s so great. Sometimes you wonder how some people ever end up with a soul-mate or ever end up finding someone to spend the rest of their lives with just because you wonder how they ever get up the gumption to talk to someone of the opposite sex, but this is where it all happens. This is where frumpy-dude’s dreams begin to become a reality. This is where the more-than-mildly-awkward girl’s dreams of a Prince Charming begin to culminate. This is romance happening!! Awkward people have awkward romance. I think that’s just how it is.
So I know what you’re wondering right now. You’re like, “man, I wonder what Christian’s favorite beer as of late is?” Well, let me just tell you. Lately I’ve been DIGGIN this beer:
It’s a Dunkel (which means “dark” in German in case you were unaware) from Warsteiner Brewery, one of Germany’s larges breweries. It is, as you might have guessed, just outside of Warstein, Germany. I’m a little bit scared to give this recommendation because this is by no means a “standout” beer. It receives average ratings and it’s one of those that people say is good not great. However, I have been really really liking it for some reason. I thought about recommending it earlier but I thought that maybe my taste buds were just off for a couple days. But I had it again last night with my boy John and I’m just sayin, I like it a lot. Enough that, even though the ratings are good not great, I am going to give it a great and say you should maybe look into it. The awesome thing about taste is that you can’t really argue with me. I mean if you try it and you don’t like it, it doesn’t change the fact that I think it tastes wonderful. That fact, in and of itself, is wonderful. And you are wonderful.
This movie comes out this weekend. I want to see it way more than I care to admit. At first, I wasn’t that excited about it because I thought it was going to befairly cheesy (mostly due to the horrible three second clip of “Zeus” aka Qui Gon Gin from Star Wars aka Liam Neeson where he’s got like this retarded looking glow around him as he says something in a voice that is hardly what you’d expect from Zeus). BUT, I watched the preview like 8 times and now I’m pretty sure it’s going to be awesome. So if you’ve seen the preview only once and you think it isn’t going to be that tight, watch it like 7 more times and reassess. Of course, if you watch even a relatively small amount of TV, you have probably already seen the preview like 19 times. And though it is usually a sign that the movie is going to suck whenever they push it so hard on TV, I am still holding on to high hopes. Greek mythology is just awesome for some reason.
They were just playing a Dashboard Confessional song here in Aspen and I was about to comment on how it was making me want to slit either my own or everyone else’s wrists, but then right as I began to type that sentence, they turned it off. Like right in the middle of the song. It was weird. But now they just turned it on again. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. BTW I don’t hate DC. I actually kinda like some of Christopher Carrabba’s songs. I do think it’s kinda weird though that he still writes high school, heart throb songs when he’s almost 35. I mean I understand that when you find something you’re good at, you stick with it. But at some point it kinda starts being a little weird. Whatever. I didn’t mean to talk about him. And just to be clear, I didn’t REALLY want to slit anybody’s wrists. It’s just the action that is generally associated with Dashboard Confessional.
OK, I have to go. It’s almost closing time…
…and I need to get out of here and go do something awesome. What a horrible song and video...
Also, as I look back over what I've written, I kind of wish I hadn't raved about Clash of the Titans. It's probably going to be a blockbuster flop. Maybe just maybe though it will be awesome.
Peace.
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