Time to reflect on the past year, right?
Nah. I'm gonna pass on that. I've reflected plenty on this year as it has been happening. As a result, I've become a little more thankful for my health, for having my loved ones relatively close, for having the means to get to them in their times of need, and for many other important, important things.
As 2006 approaches, I'm looking forward, for better or for worse. If I look back, I see almost 24 years that had their culminations, but have yet to really culminate in something for me...and that's ok. So I look forward to creating culmination after culmination in the coming years. I guess I'm of the school of God helps those who help themselves--I'm not very good at feeling sorry for myself. I can certainly get frustrated and even get in a funk when I keep trying to do something and nothing's working out, but I'll just put my hands down and push myself up and try again. That's what I'm looking for in 2006: lots of picking myself back up, dusting off and pressing forward again--and I'm excited about it.
Anyways...Santa thought I was a pretty decent kid. I got some mew-zack. I finally picked up the Strokes "Room On Fire" which made me feel better about listening to that stellar piece of work. Picked up the two Bright Eyes albums--I see where everyone gets off calling Conor Oberst a genius, but I don't like the sound. It's definitely original and the lyrics are inspired, but I don't get excited listening to it and say "wow, I like this." That said, "Digital Ash in a Digital Urn" appeals to me far more than the other. I guess this is one of those situations where, like Pearl Jam, I just kinda say, "I know they're good, but I don't like the lead man's voice." Sorry, Eddie. I picked up the old Ben Folds "Rockin' the Suburb." Love that classic white boy nerd rock. Speaking of old white boy rock, the early Switchfoot albums showed up too: solid stuff. Not too much amazing, amazing work, but albums I can listen to for 10 tracks at a time. I'm closing on my Buddha Bar collection missing only III and V...and probably VIII by the time I close that out. I may have to shift over to the St. Germain des Près Nü Jazz stuff. We'll see. And "Transatlanticism," the Death Cab album popped up in a stocking. It's a good listen. I like "we have the fact..." better, though.
Besides that, I've been watching Anchorman on loop. And Yankeeography stuff. It's amazing.
Speaking of the Yankees. I've come to terms with this Johnny Damon thing. I'm still not happy about it. It does make the Sox no longer contenders though unless they make a big move without losing any of their solid pieces. But I'm worried about the rest of the League. It's gonna be an interesting year. We will see, we will see. Watching the '98 and '99 Yanks reminded me just how they used to play baseball. So many wins, so few home runs. They've opted for sluggers lately. It remains to be seen how it will pay off this season. Just 3 short months, and I can't wait.
Hey, everyone, be safe on New Years and may 2006 bring you every blessing you need.
Nah. I'm gonna pass on that. I've reflected plenty on this year as it has been happening. As a result, I've become a little more thankful for my health, for having my loved ones relatively close, for having the means to get to them in their times of need, and for many other important, important things.
As 2006 approaches, I'm looking forward, for better or for worse. If I look back, I see almost 24 years that had their culminations, but have yet to really culminate in something for me...and that's ok. So I look forward to creating culmination after culmination in the coming years. I guess I'm of the school of God helps those who help themselves--I'm not very good at feeling sorry for myself. I can certainly get frustrated and even get in a funk when I keep trying to do something and nothing's working out, but I'll just put my hands down and push myself up and try again. That's what I'm looking for in 2006: lots of picking myself back up, dusting off and pressing forward again--and I'm excited about it.
Anyways...Santa thought I was a pretty decent kid. I got some mew-zack. I finally picked up the Strokes "Room On Fire" which made me feel better about listening to that stellar piece of work. Picked up the two Bright Eyes albums--I see where everyone gets off calling Conor Oberst a genius, but I don't like the sound. It's definitely original and the lyrics are inspired, but I don't get excited listening to it and say "wow, I like this." That said, "Digital Ash in a Digital Urn" appeals to me far more than the other. I guess this is one of those situations where, like Pearl Jam, I just kinda say, "I know they're good, but I don't like the lead man's voice." Sorry, Eddie. I picked up the old Ben Folds "Rockin' the Suburb." Love that classic white boy nerd rock. Speaking of old white boy rock, the early Switchfoot albums showed up too: solid stuff. Not too much amazing, amazing work, but albums I can listen to for 10 tracks at a time. I'm closing on my Buddha Bar collection missing only III and V...and probably VIII by the time I close that out. I may have to shift over to the St. Germain des Près Nü Jazz stuff. We'll see. And "Transatlanticism," the Death Cab album popped up in a stocking. It's a good listen. I like "we have the fact..." better, though.
Besides that, I've been watching Anchorman on loop. And Yankeeography stuff. It's amazing.
Speaking of the Yankees. I've come to terms with this Johnny Damon thing. I'm still not happy about it. It does make the Sox no longer contenders though unless they make a big move without losing any of their solid pieces. But I'm worried about the rest of the League. It's gonna be an interesting year. We will see, we will see. Watching the '98 and '99 Yanks reminded me just how they used to play baseball. So many wins, so few home runs. They've opted for sluggers lately. It remains to be seen how it will pay off this season. Just 3 short months, and I can't wait.
Hey, everyone, be safe on New Years and may 2006 bring you every blessing you need.
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