the world at large

There are those days that are so explicitly better than others, even when considering the fact that nothing true was truly accomplished. With that said, it still is only two:thirty, and I still have much of the day to look forward to. Highlights of this wondrous monument to the final days of summer include:

1. Laundry, of course, because what day would be complete without laundry?

2. A walk through the park with my dog; a display of nature's muggy finest through the nature of the center of Hershey. The trees are tall, the foliage still full, thick, shadowing and cooling the path of heat dried dirt, dug up rocks, insects. Bailey, my dog, enjoyed every moment. And so did I.

3. Errands with Bailey; to fill my tank (which was impossible because gas is now two.fifty nine and I only had fifteen dollars in my wallet, to drop lunch for my mother (which included the most beautiful display of parallel parking (which really cheered my because it is always nice to know that one is still readily able to parallel park)), to the bank (which Bailey thoroughly enjoyed), and to pick up Super Baby Barry from soccer practice.

4. Taking pictures of Bailey throughout aforementioned errand running. This, let me say, was a terrible idea because driving and taking pictures is very dangerous to attempt to do simulatneously.

5. Listening to the Arcade Fire radio station provided by last.fm. That website is a thing of pure beauty. While listening, it showed an image collage of Owen Pallet, which I found uncanny because that is exactly how I pictured him to look. This brought me to google image him, which then led me to the strangest interview I have ever read. It was a long dialouge between him, Owen Pallet, and Ed Drost of Gizzly Bear. It caught me off guard, to say the least, as, while reading it, I realized the article was for Out magazine, the largest circulated gat magazine in the country, or something. Needlesstosay, the article talked about something I have always thought about: whether or not a musician likes and enjoys their own music. http://www.out.com/detail.asp?id=21164

I highly recommend reading it. Even in it's awkwardness, Owen holds some really great insights into himself as a musician, as well as the musician in general. It's curious, now, to think of how other musicians, artists, thinkers really think of themselves.

Is it terrible to say that I wish summer wouldn't end? I feel the need to live a bit longer, to accomplish just a bit more before going off to college, and now, with a mere three weeks left, I worry that said time isn't nearly long enough. Hopefully I'm merely thinking silly in some underlying fear of college. It isn't so much that I don't want to leave, because, in truth, I want to leave home in more ways than I could ever imagine. Therefore, I assume the fear must lie in something deeper, something more intangible; the idea of growing up, growing apart, moving on. I'm just not ready to uproot everything I know. With that said, I have come to understand that that necesarrily doesn't happen, but, in the regard, I have also come to witness that in small, inspecific ways it does really, inevitablely, occur.

For now, I just want to breathe deep and hold it, hold it all, for at least three weeks.

Then, I guess, after that time, I'll have to breathe out, breathe it all out; making room for something new.