The Cable Car To Cow Town
...digital music downloads are making more practical sense to me of late. I love music with an intensity that can difficult to describe sometimes. I despise the way it makes people act, but I love the art. For as long as I can recall, I saw the liner notes, artwork and lyric sheets as part of the whole. But as my collection grows, shrinks and grows again, space becomes an issue. I used to feel an weird emotional attachment to a physical album that, even in its smallest iteration, is a mass produced object with no persona. Now, I feel like I belong on Hoarders.
...Cola accuses me of having shopping syndrome. She might be right. I wander in and out of stores like I'm a background actor in Dawn Of The Dead. The difference lies in that, aside from limited money with which to buy things, I notice that I don't get the same level of enjoyment from buying much anymore. While I was fairly excited to have Man Of Steel on Bluray in my womanly hands, buying DVD's just can't hold off the states of depression that they used to quash. More than anything, I "shop" to be out in the world. The world is where the people are and though I'm not terribly social with strangers, I feel a need to know that I am one of them. Seeing a person I want to avoid is an interaction that, while bizarre, has a sort of meaning behind it. Sitting in the bookstore and overhearing a man and a woman in their twenties discuss the sexual ambiguity of superheroes can only be appreciated from one aisle over. The world is ever massive, but my world keeps growing smaller. Being out in public keeps the shrinking feeling at bay a little longer.
...I am becoming more convinced that Johnathan Hickman gets it. The "it" is how to tap into complete weirdness and make it cohesive and thought-provoking. His version of science fiction comics is out there, but told in a way that I am thoroughly jealous of in every way.
Read: East Of West
Watch: New Girl
Listen: Doomriders Darkness Come Alive
...Cola accuses me of having shopping syndrome. She might be right. I wander in and out of stores like I'm a background actor in Dawn Of The Dead. The difference lies in that, aside from limited money with which to buy things, I notice that I don't get the same level of enjoyment from buying much anymore. While I was fairly excited to have Man Of Steel on Bluray in my womanly hands, buying DVD's just can't hold off the states of depression that they used to quash. More than anything, I "shop" to be out in the world. The world is where the people are and though I'm not terribly social with strangers, I feel a need to know that I am one of them. Seeing a person I want to avoid is an interaction that, while bizarre, has a sort of meaning behind it. Sitting in the bookstore and overhearing a man and a woman in their twenties discuss the sexual ambiguity of superheroes can only be appreciated from one aisle over. The world is ever massive, but my world keeps growing smaller. Being out in public keeps the shrinking feeling at bay a little longer.
...I am becoming more convinced that Johnathan Hickman gets it. The "it" is how to tap into complete weirdness and make it cohesive and thought-provoking. His version of science fiction comics is out there, but told in a way that I am thoroughly jealous of in every way.
Read: East Of West
Watch: New Girl
Listen: Doomriders Darkness Come Alive
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