As I get older, I find myself less and less inclined to harp on about things I hate. From mild annoyances like new music radio to that asshole who cut me off at that intersection in Winter Hill and gave me the finger to people who don’t understand the beauty of Echo & the Bunnymen’s second LP… I no longer feel the urge to lease space in my head for such things. I don’t listen to radio stations that don’t have static as a primary feature, I’ve accepted the fact that I live in MA and no one here but me and my girlfriend can drive, and people who don’t like Heaven Up Here are going to hell anyway – I can’t be fucked to care. I’ve mellowed in my old age, is what I’m getting at.
It’s only recently that I’ve realized this – and frankly, I’m proud of myself. I’m damned proud that I’ve grown up in this respect and feel like a better person for it.
And so, with that in mind, today I’d like to forgo a proper post and instead focus this kind of zen I’ve found and present a few of my favorite things. Just for the hell of it. Continue reading