I don’t wanna grow up!

July 30, 2007 :: 9:20 PM
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blue chucks :: lawrence, ma :: sometime in two thousand four

My dad used to make fun of me for wearing Chucks.  He used to make fun of a lot of the things I did in high school. 

There was a song by King Missle whose name escapes me, but there’s a bit in it where the guy goes “I want to be different like everyone else I want to be like.”  Once my dad heard that, it was all over.  I don’t know why I did the things I did - I was a teenager! Somethings came and went.  My fascination with The Cure is better left in the 1990’s. My love for Chucks and flannel shirts? I was grunge before grunge was ever cool.  Now I’m into Doc Martens again (better for the corporate world), but as I order them off the web,  I find myself thinking about how hard it was to find them “back in the day”.

Seriously.

Kids have it too easy.  They want to dress all punk rock, they buy it off the rack in their neighborhood mall. I used to spend hours in Army Navy stores, buying shoes out of magazines… I even went to the pet store for a dog collar at one particularly alarming point in my life. (Now I hear you can buy them at Hot Topic, with or without the optional padlock.)  There was no internet - there was only word of mouth and you had to hang out with the totally freaky people if you wanted to find out where they got those cool plaid combat boots.

It’s a good thing I like being a dinosaur.  I’m just going to sit here doing my homework in my flannel shirt with Chucks on my feet, and a little Poison pumping out my speakers.  I’m partying like it’s 1986-1992 over here tonight.


Ya gotta make this moment last…

May 31, 2007 :: 11:39 PM
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gifted flowers :: backyard

In an odd kind of place lately. 

There’s much from my past that has been coming up in random spurts.  They’re like little memory landmines.  I’ll be thinking of something else entirely and then WHAM!  My subconscious will pop up and say “remember that time with the kangaroo, the platypus and the pink tutu?” 

At the same time, my future is looming large in front of me.  I’ve got all these great choices ahead of me… including the job of my dreams at the company of my dreams… and I’m so focused on getting to that point that I can’t embrace today.

I don’t know how to not be so focused on tomorrow and I don’t know why all these random things from my past are popping into my head lately.  Its not like today is terrible.  (Well, OK… this week at work has been incredibly insane. Where’s Nurse Ratched when you need her?  As we’ve been saying all week - the inmates are running the asylum.)

It’s really time to sit back and focus on taking the time to stop and smell the roses… or whatever that flower up there is.


Still Moving in

May 19, 2007 :: 5:00 PM
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seagull in flight :: cape neddick, me

Hi there. Welcome to Good Advices. Stole the name from an R.E.M. song.  I always liked it and thought it would be a good domain for a bit of a rebirth of sorts.  Meet my warmer, softer side. 

I’m in the middle of going back to school, so I’m going to stick with the default template for now.  We’ll see when I can squeeze time in to finish the code. *sigh* 

And the name? My favorite nickname “hockeycized” as someone put it. I can’t remember who first called me Mat, but I always liked it.  It embraced my inner tomboy.  And it’s an anagram of the real name, so I’m going to go with it.

Enjoy the pic.  I’m off to do homework.

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