Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Re-cap on The Cuse... !



Never had a chance to talk about all the fun stuff I did in Syracuse....lets recap!

My close friend, Jeff, from
high school still resides in Syracuse... not in the bad way... not the I-could-not-get-out way - but more in the way that he has always just enjoyed the Syracuse life. Jeff is a super talented musician ... In his freetime, I have mentioned previously before that he books musical talent for this cute little coffee shop on Westcott Street called "2nd Story," Last time I was at 2nd Story, Matt and I were watching Emily Wells do-her-thang on her violin. That sexy female violin hip-hop artist!!... Heard she is playing SXS this year. That is a really big gig, congrats to her!


This time around at the 2nd Story, Jeff got a band called The Low Anthem to perform.... And even though the band had to make an insane jog Minneapolis the next day... They invited Matt, Jeff, and I to come hang out for the night. We were all up until 3am, in this crazy rollercoaster ride of a jam session - emotions are so strange - music is so beautiful when it can convey them... Oooh and I got to sing Blue Moon Over Kentucky! And Matt drank beer and played piano. Just when you think you know someone completely... and they drink a beer and play the piano... messes with your mind...


While in Syracuse.... Matt and I also went to go see Jeff's side-project play and we got to go shopping at my favorite 2nd-hand shop and we worked out at Planet Fitness. I finally went to the doctors (told you I would, it just took awhile). The doctors are fifty percent sure that I have cysts in my ovaries, which is pretty common.... they upped my hormone intake for three months and made me promise that I would come back for an Ultrasound in May.... which I will (eventually). I like visiting Syracuse...


Tomorrow is my Birthday... I turn 25. That makes me a little sad. Not so much because I am get "getting old," I realize that 25 is not old..... but because several years ago I made promises to myself about where I wanted to be when I was 25 and looking around, I am not there. Anyways, lets get away from that... what were you doing when you were 25? Did you get married? Did you fly out to Hawaii for your Honeymoon? Were you having kids or buying a house or picking out a puppy for your new niece? Did you start a career? Did you love your life when you were 25? Tell me a story....


Photos: Gary M Photo - Dayton Ohio


10 comments:

doctor e said...

When I was 25? Let's see....

God had recent laid me off from the dirt factory - so I was looking for work.

They put me to work in the Black Ops section of the Creation Factory. Typical stuff. Mostly They wanted me to get rid of the prototypes in some sort of permanent fashion. As usual, no specific instructions given. You ask where to put stuff? They answer questions with questions. Or speak in obscure metaphors. Maddening. You never could get in to see the Man, so you're stuck dealing with members of the Angelic Choir. (Not as cool as it sounds - they couldn't sing for crap.) So I buried a lot of it. You wouldn't believe the number of large reptilian skeletons they gave me. And prototypical humans? Don't get me started. Needless to say - I didn't do a very good job according to Them, as the evidence has been slowly emerging for the last few hundred years. So I got kicked out of The Firm....

Fortunately, there was an opening in mammoth herding. Nasty, stinky beasts they were.... Trust me on this. Sort of a combination of wet dog, jackal crap (don't ask how I know how that smells), camel breath and an open air tannery in Tunisia. As an added bonus, they had the personality of a feral cat getting bathed. With a hot poker up it's ass. Minus the happy, shiny parts, of course.

Obviously, that gig didn't work out so well. I'd promised myself that by now I would have found a better career.... I looked into animal husbandry, but back in those days they took the concept of "animal husband" in a different direction. Sort of like the Scottish, actually. Really not my style.

Tried being an oracle for a bit. Oddly, the people like their oracles with some wisdom. And tits. They nailed it at Delphi. My attempt would have been equivalent to The Oracle at Detroit. Except not as classy.

Once I realized that soothsaying wasn't exactly my forte, I looked for other options. Unfortunately, being a stockbroker or economic adviser wouldn't be an option for a long, long time - so my crappy prognostication skills had no outlet.

Sigh.

And you're worried....

Happy Birthday. Whippersnapper.

Now get the hell off of my lawn!

E.

PD said...

When I was 25.....
I just figured out what I wanted to do with myself, and was working toward achieveing that goal. I went back to school to get my Masters so I could become a teacher. It was a long road, but I did it. Lets just say I got lazy after I got out of college. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with myself. Sometimes I think people should be on a clock, & other times, they should be off. Yes, I did love my life at 25, & at times I wish I could go back. I thought I had it bad, when in reality, I didn't Why does time go by so fast?
So you didn't keep those promises you made for yourself. Dont let that get you down. You can still keep'em. So what if is a little late? Even if its baby-steps toward them, you are still going forward.
Enjoy your day, London.
Happy B-Day.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday! mmmmmmwah!!
When I was 25 I was a mostly out-of-work photographer living with a stunningly beautiful 30 year old; living on cheap wine and love...man, it was forever -- thought I had life by the ass! Before the year was out, I was a jeweller, broken up with the chick (lost my Harley in the deal... long, stupid story), she ended up shacked-up with a creepy stagehand who drove a beat-to-shit Alpha-Romeo, (now known as the 'asshole car'). In and out of careers and school for the next 5 years. Good and bad times. Nothing has *ever* worked out according to plan. The best shit was all unexpected. You got a lot going for you, suggest you count your blessings. Hey, where do I send your present!?
Otis

Anonymous said...

I'm 25 myself, just turned that in December. I hardly feel I've accomplished anything at all, and certainly not what I wanted to have accomplished.

I only recently got my Bachelor's Degree in English, when my goal had been to get it in Cinema. I'm working at a job I would never have actually wanted. Still don't, really. but have no idea what else to do. And I'm facing down those every delightful student loan repayments.

I did get married when I was 22, though. Some people seem to think that that's awfully young. I don't know why. We'd been together for nearly 3 years when we got married, we loved each other, and we were happy.

Still are, it's just that the circumstances around us could always be a bit more favorable.

Anonymous said...

When I was 25....shit, that's a long fucking time ago. Let me think...

Still thinking...

Doing the math...

The year was 1996. I lived in my first house, and had 2 beautiful children. One of them died that year...

I moved not too long after that.

I still miss that house! This one is so dang big - I need to get an intercom system.

And I think about that little girl every day.

So you're turning 25. Didn't they just raise the life expectancy? So doesn't that mean that you've lived less of a percentage of your life than your mother had when she turned 25? Eh, fuggedabouddit...
:-)

I promised myself that I'd go back to lawschool. Still haven't..

But that doesn't mean I can't. :-)

A

Bowman Wanser said...

25 was the best year of my life. I was able to buy a house. I truly found myself in this big ol' world, soon to realize how small it is.

As for the plans we make... Don't hang your head on what you have not accomplished. Look at how far you have come and what you need to do to get to your destination. Know that within your heart is your goal. But we have to put our minds an reality to task to reach them.

Remember this, you have brought so many people together. You charm your personality and hurmor make you what you are today.

Keep your head up kiddo. You may miss that chance of a lifetime.

Thanks for being the inspiration for my blog.

Bowman Wanser

Kev said...

Today's the Fourth, so Happy 25th Birthday, fellow Pisces! Hope it finds you happy and safe and never bored.

But if you're trying to catch up to me, you've got some work to do.

Roy said...

I turned 25 recently also and since then, I feel like I've been racing against time to do things I've yet to do. It's insane that I think like this because 25 is an incredibly young age and I have my whole life ahead of me...blah blah. But for some reason, I feel like I'm behind of the game and now that 30 is around the corner, it will be depressing (as far as accomplishing goals are concerned) that I didn't live up to my dreams, which is totally against what I stand for. I believe that everyone should live up to those standards, even if it is impractical or impossible, because you are truly alive when you have a purpose. I'm 25 years old and I haven't done much, but it shouldn't mean I should give up.

London, you're a wonderful woman and this is first time I've actually posted on your blog. Reading up on your perspective, it's amazing how much we have in common. I say fuck 25, fuck 30...and just do it.

vikingman said...

Happy birthday !!

25? that was in 92, struggling in the last months (jan-april)of an engineering study, before I was chucked out, failure rate in pre-diploma exams 60% in order to have enough places afterwards...
Free as a bird, found myself a job as bird watcher, tourist guide and nature preserver, doing active education about tha wadden sea in the north of Germany on a little island there.
Smashing summer, all the time barefoot and shorts, in colder days with T-shirt, normally without.
Loved being out, loved the wind and the sea, loved guiding tours through the flats on the seaground on low-tide, mud fights with shool groups and totally paralized teachers, as the guide was misusing his authority to start unexpected fun...
As this wonderful summer turned towards autumn, packed my pedal bike and tent, 3 gears and made my dream come true,to head for the winter in Norway, working for cost and logis, a country I've never been to and knew nobody there.
Someone unknown helped,thank You Universe!!
after 2 weeks touring through Denmark and the South of Norway, bumped into a place in the mountains, with some guys my age, that would appreciate help.Building woodcabins in autumn, just until Christmas, having a handyman job afterwards,teaching Germans in winter some downhill skiing, lots of powdery snow, loved the time there, learnt a lot, thought a lot and fell in love with this wonderful country, the warm and welcoming way everybody treated me here.
A human being among other humans with big hearts.
Learning the language after 8 months, fairly fluent and even more enthousiastic, decided to cycle home to Germany, to this little island...just before my 26th birthday...
Didn't really matter I had no education then...
took it afterwards, You may ask about it next time, when I was 26...

This place is about 5 miles away, where I live now, travelled Norway a lot, never felt so home , as in this valley, with ancient memories...

Still love it sooooooooooooo much.

end of story, You heard some of it before..., hope there was something new for You anyway...

Jim in Huntsville said...

Twenty-five, hmmmmm. Twenty-five. Let's see, 25 would be 1980. I was a first lieutenant, stationed at Moody Air Force Base in Valdosta, Georgia. Single, and dating this nurse who everybody said I should marry, but I was still carrying a torch for this girl I knew from San Antonio. I was the Operations Officer for an 80-man Security Police squadron, in charge of protecting three squadrons of F-4 Phantom fighter jets and providing security and law enforcement for a base of about 8500 persons on base and total population of about 24,000. I bought myself a Pentax K-1000 35mm single lens reflex a year before and was totally into learning photography, back when you had to know how to match aperture and shutter speed to get an exposure to show up on film. It was magic back then: you rolled the film onto a spool and put the spool into a light-tight drum, all in total darkness. Then you poured in the developer, agitated the drum for 6-7 minutes, dumped it, poured in the fixer and agitated it for about 3 minutes, poured it, and then ran the wash for about 10 minutes. Then you opened the drum, and like magic! There were negatives on the film! I'll never forget my first B/W print. You enlarged the negative onto a white sheet of photo paper, put it into the developer tray and magic! a picture appeared. Not like now. Yeah, you see the picture immediately on the screen, and you can play with it in Photoshop, but nothing compares to that magic (and the smell) of the real darkroom. Ask any other photo-saur.

Anyway, I married the nurse in '81 and got shipped out to England, but that's another story...