|Long time no post
||[Sep. 21st, 2007|01:13 am]
What's gone on in guitar bunny's life? I got married, and got a house. In one year I did all those things adults are supposed to do (except have kids, which I could wait another 10 years for). I'm posting now after having my wisdom teeth taken out. It's bloody and all that. I can't remember when I posted last and I don't want to read whatever it was. Being married isn't all that different then being unmarried, except you have all these other family members all of the sudden. I always figured I'd get married and Mary is the ideal chick to get married to, at least for me. But we both get pretty lazy, like college student lazy. The day we got married really was the happiest day of my life, like a Hallmark commercial or something. Eventually I just have to accept that I'm part of the human race and feel all the same things everyone else does. I don't want to but what can I do? Bleed, I guess, as I have 4 gaping holes at the back of my teeth. I finally saw photographic, x-rayic proof that I had 32 teeth like a normal human being and they go and yank 4 of them out. I always tried counting them with my tongue and could never get them to add up right. They're too bumpy. Teeth.
The house is the weirdest thing to happen to me. I never imagined owning a house. I used to plan on being rich and owning mansions and stuff, but I was never serious about it. One bedroom apartments seemed extravagant to me. Now we have a garage and a basement and all the pipes and tubes that mysteriously snake in and out of the woodwork actually have a direct effect on our livelihood. Things have happened so fast I can't even see a day into the future. I started building a woodshop in the basement, with a table saw and a drillpress, and built a workbench, with the peg board and tools hanging and all that. It's something my uncles always had. One uncle made my cub scout pinewood derby car for me. I spent a lot of time at the woodshop in college, I know that when a finger gets cut off you should look up to see if it got lodged into the drop ceiling, then stick it in your mouth to keep it fresh. Or something like that. My father knew nothing about any kind of tools, except for watches, which he had an odd knack for fixing (he was part Swiss). I remember visiting those uncles houses and just assuming that they were a different race from me, like some sitcom dad who fixed their own car or something. It never crossed my mind that they were dads like my dad, I never thought to compare other dads to mine. It's easy for me to separate my little bubble of a family from the rest of the world like we're in skylab floating above it all. Mom seems like a stranger more and more to me. Maybe that's a part of being married. I always seem to grow away from friends. At least for a while. But I never thought it would happen with me and mom. it's not that we're unfriendly or anything, but we don't seem to speak the same language, or maybe all the things we assumed we knew about each other we forgot. I wonder what CS Lewis would have to say about that? The abhorrence of the ordinary that humans live with. I listen to John Cleese reading 'Screwtape Letters' a lot at work. It was on a 3 disc set that I burned onto my computer's hard drive, which I use like an mp3 player. There are 15 gigs of music and books on there. Like anyone who grew up listening to cassette tapes, I used to have to listen to albums in order. Putting it all on random is pretty liberating for a week or 2. The Beatles and Andrew WK seem to go well together, though Red House Painters needs to have the appropriate lead in to hold attention.
I've been avoiding everyone. I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I've coasted to middle age and here I am in Lansdale. It's not that I meant to do that, but the lonely art life I set out to have when I got out of High School got all messy with people and I got swayed this way and that. Maybe I'm ADD, maybe I lived to be depressed and having a house and responsibilities has woken me up from some kind of malaise. I don't know who I was trying to be before, though i was always trying to pretend to know. I have no idea who I am now. Anyway, here I am. Long ears, stars in the sky, and a guitar that I can only play high notes on.