June 26th, 2004


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jimbojones
10:52 pm - ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Man, this growing older / growing up shit is pretty fucking weird.  And it's something that you just don't understand until you do some of it yourself - no matter how brilliant you are, no matter how wise you are for your years, there's a certain perspective that it's just impossible to get without time for things to settle.  It's not just the way you yourself change as you get older, either, it's the myriad little ways (and big ways) the world changes around you in the same period of time.

I started picking up on the changes in myself oh, I don't know, about five or six years back.  But just how different the world itself is never really started to sink in until a year or two ago.  I'm 32, so I did most of my growing up in the 70's and early 80's.  There are some big obvious examples of how different things are now, of course - no Iron Curtain, computers everywhere (which is a particularly important change to me personally, of course), even more important than the computers themselves, the all-pervasive network that has sprung up around them... all those are pretty easy to pick out, even if I did personally have to hit 30 before I really thought about the fact that I grew up in an era that didn't even have email.  But there's some pretty big changes that don't stand out quite so much, either. 

Last night, P33T and I wound up standing around outside my apartment so he could have a cigarette break from the movie we were watching.  My two next-door neighbors on the right were out there too, and I walked over to talk to them while I waited for P33T to come back from whatever he'd just ducked back inside for.  Now, I quit smoking the herb on an active basis several years ago, and I haven't had any even socially for probably a year or so.  But I don't have any kind of religious commandment against it or anything, so I gladly took a spot in the rotation when it was offered.

My apartment complex is basically working-class ghetto - a little run down, definitely inexpensive, no real drama going on but a long shot from being suburbia.  J and M, my neighbors, fit the place a lot better than I do really.  J is a really nice guy, very friendly, and I exchange casual pleasantries with him pretty much every day on the way out or on the way in, but I never really got to know him very well.  Anyway, J and M and I are standing around talking and passing the hand-rolled, and I just sort of drifted with the conversation.  It mostly seemed to be about the life and times of DMX, and about the neighbor next door on the other side who sold $200 sports jerseys (or at the very least something that looked just like them) for $30.  M proudly displayed the one he was wearing as an example thereof, and I... just kinda nodded politely and tried to make like I grokked why it was so cool.  Then the conversation drifted to how somebody else they know is a DVD bootlegger, and that J had a bajillion DVDs of movies that were still in the theatre, and etc etc etc.  I was pretty baked, I mostly just made the obligatory comparisons between Tupac and DMX, and smiled a lot. Then J finished his beer - and casually, without thinking twice about it, he hauled back and slung the bottle over the fence at the edge of the complex to smash in the wooded area on the other side.

Which leads me back to the theme of the post - changes in myself, and changes in the world around me.  I was already feeling like "jesus, these are nice guys and all that, but am I not a little too old to be standing in a parking lot, talking about pirated Jerseys and DMX's rise to fame and bootleg DVD's like they're the coolest things in the world?"  But J's casual smashing of a beer bottle 10 feet from his front door really iced the cake.  A growing feeling that I had somehow stumbled onto the set of a competitor series to Trailer Park Boys solidifed hurriedly, and I caught P33T's eye, made friendly "we're gonna go finish the movie now" noises, and made a polite escape.  I kept thinking about that smashed beer bottle that night, though, and I found myself thinking about it again today. 

Yeah, I personally have grown up a little too much to be cool with breaking bottles just out of sight of my own door.  But it's not just me.  Growing up, in the 70's, litter was a very commonplace and a very casual thing.  Most people didn't think twice about rolling down the car window and chucking a fast food bag out on the highway, or leaving trash in the woods when they went camping, or just tossing whatever they currently found inconvenient to carry on the ground wherever they happened to be at the moment.  It was normal.  People would complain when the levels of visual garbage got too high, and if it was a highly enough trafficked area somebody would eventually get together a boy scout troop or a church youth group or some such to go pick up the worst of it, but you knew it was going to need it again soon enough.  For that matter, you knew that those scouts - and their parents - would probably be some of the same ones casually dumping trash right back in the places they'd just cleaned up.

But it's a different world now, or at least I live in a different part of it.  The anti-littering slogans and campaigns that seemed idealistic in the 70's seem like the absolute barest common sense today - there're just too fucking many people everywhere now for any of them to be able to be casual about making a big mess.

There are plenty of other social and economic differences between now and then, too, of course.  For one thing, I remember when damn near every job that was advertised for in a newspaper included "paid training", and "experience" meant any kind of job experience that was applicable to the sorts of things you were expected to do in that job, not "time spent holding a job with precisely the same title as this one."  The amount of the nation's wealth concentrated in the hands of the top 2% didn't seem so staggeringly huge then, either, and even if we couldn't trust out presidents not to run arms to the Contras, at least we could trust them not to throw us in jail for bitching about it.

If you were looking for me to tie all this meandering blather up with a nice pretty ribbon and pin a conclusion to it, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.  I don't really have anything for you.  It's just been a "pondering life" kind of a day.

 
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: David Bowie - Changes

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[User Picture] From: bitchness
Date: June 26th, 2004 - 08:08 pm
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Scary... I had a lot of those days while in Oklahoma. Going back to school after a 12 years hiatus made me feel all kinds of out of the loop. The best one was when I was talking to the local wierd girl, she was the soundboard operator for the only rock station available in the area, and had a Duran Duran fixation. So on occasion we'd sit out in the quad area and listen to Hungry Like the Wolf or something. The OMG OLD moment came when we were discussing when we got hooked on Simon and the boys. I talked about when I was a teenager... she said that her mom had let her listen to it ON THE WAY TO PRESCHOOL. Yeah. College kid. Shared classes with her. Fuck. This has nothing to do with the way the world has changed since I was a kid, but that's what made me feel old, anyway.


 
[User Picture] From: jimbojones
Date: June 26th, 2004 - 10:24 pm
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Hahaha, I had one like that several years ago when I was at this all ages concert in Charleston by myself. It was mostly heavy metal local bands, and some of my buddies had raved about how great a couple of these bands were, but they weren't there that day. I was kinda dubious about it all, but hey, had nothing better to do, so there I was.

It was taking forever for the first of the bands to get on stage, and in the meantime somebody was shlepping CDs over the stage sound system. I was drinking beers while I waited - and about the only one there that COULD - and I started talking to a couple high school kids who seemed cool enough, and less "high school" than most of them there. At least they weren't bouncing all over the place, or giggling, or TRYING to look cool like it was their job, you know?

Anyway, a Beastie Boys track came on - Sabotage, I think - and I said something about a track off of Licensed to Ill, and the kid had never heard of it, which boggled my mind. After I clarified that the track in question (Brass Monkey, maybe?) was off the Licensed to Ill album, he said "ohhhhhh, okay, I've never heard any of their older stuff!"

THAT made me feel old. Back then, as far as I was concerned, the Beastie Boys THEMSELVES were totally newskool. Hearing some kid talk about "their older stuff" in terms of dust collecting on classic albums before his time... damn.


 
[User Picture] From: stpdlsr
Date: June 27th, 2004 - 08:07 am
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There are people who haven't heard Brass Monkey?


 
[User Picture] From: tenaciousg
Date: June 26th, 2004 - 11:33 pm
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and I walked over to talk to them while I waited for P33T to come back from whatever he'd just ducked back inside for

he wasn't making himself the biggest "mudslide" ever, was he??


 
[User Picture] From: jimbojones
Date: June 26th, 2004 - 11:52 pm
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Hahaha, no, actually I remember now - my couch had eaten his lighter. Can't burn one without an implement of burnination.


 
From: (Anonymous)
Date: June 27th, 2004 - 10:58 pm
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It was also me that made the decision to start a strategic withdrawal, because J was ping-ponging between war-stories of hacking AOL accounts and how he can't get the spyware off his machine, only add a LOT of booze to that. I forget exactly if it was after I said "Well, let's get back inside and finish the movie" or before that he pitched the bottle, but it was close enough that we had to make effort not to laugh until we were safely out of earshot.

I also want to point out that Jim was totally hardcore enough to keep his obvious puff-puff action going when someone's headlights swept across him.


 
[User Picture] From: jimbojones
Date: August 2nd, 2004 - 08:12 pm
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I also want to point out that Jim was totally hardcore enough to keep his obvious puff-puff action going when someone's headlights swept across him.
Dude, don't underestimate the value of brash confidence. I kept Lorie (remember her?) from getting busted one night, because we were out in her Shadow driving around smoking (which I thought was retarded, but she liked to do) and a cop rolled by. She panicked and made this really obvious jerky oh-shit-hide-the-J maneuver, which caught the cop's eye and he looked over at us suspiciously, and I told her quietly "Lorie. GIVE ME THE JOINT. NOW." and she did, and I raised it up between two fingers, took a big casual pull, blew it out, and looked over at the cop - right next to us - and nodded.

He nodded back, and drove away.

If they can't smell it, and you don't act nervous, it's a cigarette, man.


 
[User Picture] From: tenaciousg
Date: July 3rd, 2004 - 11:58 pm
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next time, just make PeeT rub 2 sticks together. relive his campfire girl years and all that.


 
From: aduncous
Date: June 27th, 2004 - 12:48 pm
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heh. you were high.


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