on the dawn of our departure, we find ourselves watching the final presidential debate in a suburban pizza joint sipping water out of quasi-antique jars. we're joined by two couples -- dear friends that have been a part of our lives since college. the group vacillates between feelings of anxiety, indignation, confusion and terror as we listen to these two presidential hopefuls offer their remedies for a broken america. i wonder: is america broken...or just broke?
as the seven of us prepare to bid one another farewell in the over-sized, eerily empty parking lot of the suburban pizza parlor, the following dawns on me: something has changed. the trappings of adulthood are all present: a sleeping baby in tow, unmistakeably dry-cleaned collared shirts, returning home at 8:55 pm (it's getting late...), the awkward good-bye, dinner mints.
i'm here, but not there.
on the way home i wonder what america will be like in december. london's calling.
-jared.
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what we do/what this is
over the course of the past several months, steph and i have been the subject of frequent inquiry, scrutiny and speculation. "what are you doing back (in laramie)?"; "how's living with your parents?"; "how long are you here for?"; and my personal favorite - "what field are you in?"
we've also been wondering what precisely it is that we're doing. partly because of the occasional existential anxieties these thoughts have induced (i.e., what field are we in?) and partly because our days here are often filled with oddities, absurdities and ennui, we've decided to start writing about our lives in laramie.
we've also been wondering what precisely it is that we're doing. partly because of the occasional existential anxieties these thoughts have induced (i.e., what field are we in?) and partly because our days here are often filled with oddities, absurdities and ennui, we've decided to start writing about our lives in laramie.
kids really do say the damndest things...
1. "i'm going to cut my rib out - and die!" -1st grade
2. "if you choose the right shape, a pink bottle can make a boy look cool." - 2nd grade
3. 1st grader: "I'm so stupid!"
teacher: "No, you're not stupid at all. You're very smart."
1st grader: "Well, I'm a little stupid."
teacher: "No, you're not even a little stupid."
1st grader: "No, a little stupid is ok!"
2. "if you choose the right shape, a pink bottle can make a boy look cool." - 2nd grade
3. 1st grader: "I'm so stupid!"
teacher: "No, you're not stupid at all. You're very smart."
1st grader: "Well, I'm a little stupid."
teacher: "No, you're not even a little stupid."
1st grader: "No, a little stupid is ok!"
2 comments:
i know that you are hesitant to be in the 'blogsphere' but if this post is a representation of future posts, i'm hooked!
i love the second paragraph - the trappings of adulthood - i can relate.
enjoy your trip! love and hugs!
Great post and great picture, Jare-bear. America may be broke, but it seems we can look forward to some clear-headed leadership very soon. I recommend this recently posted column - its a very well thought-out look at B.H.O.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/17/opinion/17brooks.html?ref=opinion.
Enjoy your trip.
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