last night i went to the scott weiland show. in a TINY venue. VERY TINY, a place i never dreamed i would see someone who’s music has been extremely important to me for a long time. i saw velvet revolver at a big outdoor ampitheatre last year and that doesn’t even come close to this. i can’t even accurately review it because there just aren’t words in my mind for it right now. the one thing i can say is that i never in my dreams thought i would get to see scott sing atlanta in person this close up. it was magical. and i never thought i’d get the chance to hear stp songs, done right, in a place like this. and because of this i went to school today for the first day in a long time without feeling nauseous and anxious and dreading the day. that is what it’s about. so above, one of the pictures and a short video that i took there.
i walked out of my apartment this afternoon, mitten and earmuff-free, walking down the street at a leisurely strolling pace, basking in the sun and thinking to myself, “wow, it feels really warm and crisp, yeah it must mean it’s almost spring.” huh huh huh what?!?! it’s january. and it was only 40 degrees when said thought occurred in my head. it could mean one of two things: 1. i’ve finally totally lost it and after being back in boston for only 6 months 40 feels tropical to me or 2. last week at this time it was 0. yes 0 degrees. so clearly 40 is yes indeeed, springlike. anyway, the point of the story is that i very much enjoyed my hour long walk in the balmy temperatures, but i still would like to see the sidewalk without snow for a change.
so i had a ten minute conversation at work today about the frozen pizza aisle, well to be more specific, the differences in pizza aisles in a manhattan grocery store vs. a boston grocery store. and of course, the first, and most glaring difference, being the “aisle” itself. in manhattan, it’s maybe one freezer case, maybe four or five different brands of frozen pizza with maybe three varieties for each brand. that’s it. end of story. in boston, it’s an aisle, a GIGANTIC aisle, an aisle with it’s own sign hanging above it, proclamining to everyone, “yes, we not only have a pizza section, we have a WHOLE DAMN AISLE!”. because clearly you need to have the ability to choose between twenty different brands of frozen pizza and ten different varieties within each brand. clearly. clearly you must spend ten minutes just looking at each option, do the math, twenty times ten yes that’s two hundred different ways that you can select a completely sodium-drenched, fat clogged, probably not very tasty dinner option for yourself. eat that.