There are times when I feel immobile—like I don’t know where to place my next footstep. Even though I am, more or less, an adult, there are moments when I seem to regress to those crappy adolescent moments. I guarantee that I am not the only one. Yet, recognizing that this younger-mentality has no place in my life now makes those regressive moments more pronounced.
All the same, here I am. Battling the moment when my indecision about the future plagues me like a bout of teenage angst and self-consciousness. Pshaaaa…. whatever, and all that. Damn, I seriously thought I left all this baggage and fantasy further back down the road. Well, fuck it (**yes, I believe that this situation calls for a bit of vulgarity…. just like it did when I was 16yrs old and the queen of moody**).
Leave that path and jump with me to the ground that lies ahead. No path, no directional markers, no road map. Just a faint inclination to lunge forward. Without a hint of regret, strive to leave the weight of fear and grab hold of the faint hope that things will work themselves out as I go along. Wooosh, woosh. Hold on tight folks, it is going to be a bumpy ride.
Whhhhaaa, it is tricky to see the way through…
Luckily, I have a vivid imagination to keep the hope coming. And, of course, a track in mind. Apropos, indeed. This song is one of my all time favorites. Put on your dancing shoes, folks—intoxicating beats coming your way. Wuuuaa, wuuuu, aaaah! Just Be [DJ Tiesto]
November 23, 2008
I find myself driving in my car a lot. Accompanied by my hardy iPod—yes, I mean hardy because it has withstood clumsy abuse—I sing my way along the route from Point A to Point B. When it comes down to it, there are two tracks that accompany two very specific stretches of the infamous highway 101 (a.k.a. the 101).
Scene 1
Cars. Lots of cars. Lanes filled with cars of every color. There are autos of all shapes and sizes, from MINIs to semi-trucks. Red brake lights flash on and off in unpredictable waves. Forward movement gets jammed up at every on-ramp. Ok, so it is nothing like LA traffic, but the 101 N to San Francisco at 5:30pm on weekdays is still pretty ridiculous.
Cue DJ Tiesto.
Traffic is the track that perfectly supplements the afternoon rush from the office. The bumping beats, synths, and beep-boops [yes, very technical jargon] boldly imitate the madness. After the clock strikes the release hour, jumpy caffeinated commuters scamper out the office door and into their respective vehicles. These aggressive drivers weave their cars in and out of the 101 labyrinth, honking their horns and refusing to let each other switch between lanes. Numerous drivers are yapping away on blue tooth headsets. Brakes are haphazardly applied at the last possible moment.
When I finally reach my destination and exit my car, I find that my hands involuntarily clench and that my ass is sweaty from anxiety. Ah, what a joy commuting is. Maybe I should learn to harness my anxious traffic energy so I can telekinetically power my sedan. *Wuuh~~ wuuuh ~~wuh*
Scene 2
*Sigh* Peaceful ocean bliss. The highway rolls smoothly abreast of the hills beside the Pacific Ocean. Down on the southern stretch of the 101 are the cities of Pismo Beach and Santa Barbara. Driving along either segment of the highway, at the end of the day, my eyes are treated to some unforgettable ocean sunsets.
Cue Chicane.
Halcyon is a masterpiece. Ok, so I did not know what halcyon meant until recently [GRE vocab, my friends]. Still, the track clearly creates the literal definition using music. If I look past the traffic—but only briefly because the jackasses driving nearby are erratically brake-happy—I get the feeling that time is stopped. The rays dance brightly along the ocean’s surface and lightly kiss the breaking waves. The scene is absolutely enchanting. By mixing the image liberally with some Chicane I can almost feel the water. *Brrrr! It may be pretty but the water is definitely still cold.*
August 1, 2008
