I swear, I'm just going to start resetting all my clocks to 1985 or something.
the choir (them's what inspired the name of my site) have a new album out, and -- well, it's quite the welcome change in my CD player. It's also quite telling that as of late, my nostalgia kick has jumped up about 76 notches: I'm listening to older music, or newer albums by older artists -- it you've not yet bought Drunkard's Prayer from Over the Rhine, you should be ashamed of yourself as a human being...no, scratch that: you're NOT human if you don't own this CD. Go redeem what remains of your soul and buy this. You'll thank me. If you don't thank me, you have no taste, no couth, and you probably have chronic bad breath to boot.
Back to topic: why have I been looking back at my past so much? Part of it might have to do with the fact that most of my colleagues think I'm going through a midlife crisis (at 34, if I'm in my mid-life, I'm cashing in my saving account tonight and flying to LA for the kicks of it). Part of it might have to do with the fact that -- frighteningly enough -- Athens has renewed my spirit, rejuvenated ME (the "ME" me, not just the "Sonny" outer shell of me). Part of it might be that I have been enjoying reading some very cool books as of late (click on each highlighted word to see the shameless plugging I engage in).
Part of it might be that -- again, at the ripe old age of 34 -- I am wondering exactly what the crap I'm doing here, why have I squandered (not wasted) so much time doing things that don't matter, and...what the crap am I supposed to do with me, really?
I'm questioning what I want to be when I grow up.
Lord, help me...I might want to leave this field.