Hello. It’s Harry.
I went out to the bar last night with a few friends and let me tell you, there is nothing funnier than drunk dudes who just need someone to talk to. I was standing outside, watching everyone else smoke cigarettes (3 years off nicotine in two weeks!) and this guy stumbles up. Bro can’t even stand up straight. He’s leaning and wobbling and staggering around the patio, so naturally he decides to come talk to us. After exchanging some words, it somehow comes up that my last name is Rosenberg, which, if you weren’t aware, is Jewish as hell. This man hears that, looks me dead in the eye and says: “Sorry about Hiroshima.” Incredible.
Another note about bars. I don’t necessarily like going out that much. Sure, I love beer, I love talking to strangers when I’m drunk, and I love when Uzi comes on the speakers, but there’s something off for me when I go out. I feel like I don’t really fit in. Maybe it’s the bars I choose to patronize, but there’s a certain type of person I always see when I go out. You can probably imagine him. 5’10”, backwards hat, basketball jersey over hoodie, sometimes shorts sometimes sweatpants. 95% of dudes in the bar look like that. Recently there’s been an upswing in chains and every once in a while a ring or two, but for the most part every man I see in the bar fits this description. Then my ass walks in wearing a tucked in Goodwill shirt and a hat emblazoned with “Southeastern Mine Services”. I’m not trying to front like I’m special or unique or better in any way than these dudes but it just seems like I didn’t get the memo. Who knows, man. Does it really even matter?
I’ve been walking a lot recently. There are few better ways to listen to music and be constantly stimulated the entire time. Typically about halfway through my walk I break out in a huge smile and feel the dopamine coursing through my veins. Then I grin at people in their cars and they look at me strange which makes me laugh and improves my mood even more. People give you the craziest looks when you smile at them. I think it’s due to the limited window they have to react. You can see the gears turning in their heads, trying to decide whether I’m high, insane, or some combination of both. I think of it like a little performance. The aria comes in the crosswalk, when your audience is bound by the red light and forced by their brain to acknowledge the actor walking in front of them. It’s not like I jump up and down or bow or do flips in the road but it’s so fun to be the center of attention for that moment. Honestly, this mindset has made public speaking so much easier for me. If I can walk across the street with the eyes of 10 or so people on me, it’s only a matter of scaling it up for actual performance.
School is fun. I touched on it last week, but I’m making a whole lot of friends. Covid made me forget just how fucking easy it is. I literally just say some shit like: “Excited for another day of class?” and boom I’m nurturing a friendship. Work and school baby, the two topics everyone has something to say about. I went to a hockey game last weekend with a buddy from my class and god damn that sport is awesome. I’ve tried a few times to watch the NHL on tv, but I could never really follow the action. Attending a match in person is entirely different. It seems almost intuitive. Sure, I don’t have a grasp on the penalties or the strategies or the positions, but the motive of the game seems pretty clear. Puck goes into net. I’ll have a few weeks of entertainment downtime between the end of football season and the beginning of baseball’s year, so maybe I’ll try to catch a few games. Or not. Who knows.
Found out the other day that my candles contain carcinogens. Man, at this point I’m surprised to learn anything I use on a daily basis doesn’t have some kind of ingredient that will kill me slowly and painfully. It necessitates the question: did the candle company know? I guess the fact that you can google “paraffin bad” and get a million results gives me the answer to that one. People love to talk shit on that California carcinogen label being on everything but fucking christ man, that should be terrifying! I’m not gonna go as far as my coworker did a few months ago and suggest that “the reason all the kids are gay and questioning their gender nowadays is because of the microplastics” – but we do have a serious problem here. My solution? Whine about it.
MUSIC:
The opening notes of this song give me chills every time I hear them. Singer-composer Yann Tiersen created a masterpiece with Kerber, and this piece is my favorite off of it. Ugh I wish I could describe the way I feel while this song plays, but I don’t think it’s within my capabilities. Just listen to it.
This track is absolutely gorgeous. The instrumentation, the production, the atmosphere – everything comes together perfectly for Dim Spirit on the final track of debut album Clear Recent History. I cannot wait to hear more from him.
VIDEO:
I’m not a big podcast guy. I have listened to/watched a full episode of maybe three podcasts in my life, so when I find myself coming back to one again and again, I know it’s something special. This shit is hilarious. Patrick Doran, Caleb Pitts, and Cameron Fetter have birthed some kind of abomination not meant for this planet with Podcast About List and fuck is it good. Check out this episode for a worthy introduction.
Until next time.
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