Archive for December, 2007

Fire Season

Posted in distant, family, holidays, life, relationships on December 26, 2007 by staticity

There are three types of fires and three types of people one should always be aware of.

The first fire is the kind that’s burning out of control. You’re not sure where it’s going to end up or what damage it could potentially do. You haul the furniture out of the way and make room for this explosion because when it comes, it’s there.  The kind that attracts your eyes so flamboyantly that your body feels it. Bright. Quick. Sharp. Despite the spark that let it begin, there is a madness to it that can’t easily be escaped. It’s an attraction that you might be fooled into thinking will be there forever. You could be having a fine time when all of the sudden you are sucked into something so beautiful that by the time you take your eyes off it, you could be burned up in the commotion.

The second type is one that’s kept in a fire place or wood stove. Little bits of paper are saved up from the Sunday New York Times and stacked neatly in the living room for special occasions. You wait all year for fire weather to begin, and if it’s not quite there by the time you NEED a fire, than you crank the air conditioning or roll down the windows, and light a match anyway. The firewood has been stored in bulk from last year, ‘just incase.’  There are fire pokers, fire prongs, sawdust, wooden stakes, boxes among boxes of matches, and plenty of supervision. This is the kind of fire that takes timing. It takes patience and lots of care. Perhpas you are sitting around drinking cocktails with family or friends while one eye is always watching, ‘just to make sure.’ At night, when you pry yourself away from the glow, you can still hear it crackeling downstairs as if it’s calling to tell you ‘I’ll see you in the a.m. Don’t worry.’

The last type is probably the most quiet. The kind that is decorated in an upscale house with fruit paintings lined ‘just so’ on the mantle. Guests may come in and out and on such an occasion you might need a fire to keep some sort of entertaining image glowing. These are the times of fake logs. The twenty-somethings or the money holders with out experience and patience. It’s the paper kind that you don’t even have to peel off the log before setting a match to flame. They burn for a few hours, it’s a rich glow with out much sound. There’s nothing to it. Ease comes fast and no work is required. As the hours grow longer the fire starts to dwindle. ‘It will last longer’, you think to yourself, but the crackeling was never there to begin with.  When all the guests have left the house, you see yourself rearranging the pictures on the mantle and blowing out the candles. The fire is almost out. You don’t have to pour a bucket of water on it. You don’t have to poke it with a fire stick. You know that there is no sound to tell you it will be there in the morning. It wasn’t really there in the beginning.


Happy Holidays

Posted in Uncategorized on December 23, 2007 by staticity

I hate the holidays.

Dad called me a few days ago to make sure I would be at my apartment at one p.m. today. He stresses this point FOUR times. He says he is going to pick me up and drive me back to Virginia so I can see family that same day. My sisters on my mother’s side are only going to be in town for tonight.

Today Dad calls me and says he is going to be an hour late and is not going to drive me back on the same day. Ordinarily I would understand, it’s a lot of driving. However, since my sisters live far away and I only see them on the holidays, I am upset because now I will not get to see them. Four hours later when Dad has still not arrived- I call him to say I am upset. I will not see my family like we had planned and he has continued to lie about the times he will meet me. I say that I do not want to see him tonight and I will call him tomorrow morning.

With this, he says he is incredibly disappointed in me and I will have to call him tomorrow and he MAY pick me up in the morning or May pick me up in the afternoon since he is so upset that I am being ‘rude.’ I say that is fine and I am incredibly disappointed as well. Now I will not be able to see my family which I was planning on seeing for months now. Dad gets angry and says now he’s not even sure if he will take me back to Virginia at all since I’m being so rude.

I have every right to be rude. He expects me to kiss his feet for picking me up after I had planned on taking the bus. He is late. He is not taking me back on the day we had planned so I could see my sisters. And HE is disappointed in ME? Apparentlly I don’t have a justified reason to be mad. I think he was the one that was sensationally rude. I am now not going back to Virginia and spending Christmas alone. Mom is pissed at me. Dad is disappointed that I’m mad. I am furious.

The Telephone (possibly yours)

Posted in facts, grunge, interactions, life, odd, Philadelphia, philly on December 18, 2007 by staticity

“Where you at?” I couldn’t help but feel like one of those people from a cell phone commercial as I used my *not* pre paid phone. I can hear the people on my block from outside my window making drug calls. Meeting ‘around the corner’ and what not.
What makes people invincible when they are on the phone? I’ve noticed people aren’t very concerned with what or how loud they are speaking when they are using their cell phones. Something about the importance of flipping open a colored telephone with numbers attached to a mechanical button for your automatic pleasure seems a little too self important.

Worst things you can do on a phone:
-keep talking when you are at a register or in a meeting
-arrange to ‘buy forty for five’ in anywhere public
-continuously say the word ‘yeah’
-leave that awful rap song ringer singing way past the 3 minute call.

Phone Facts:
*A cell phone operates at a maximum power level of 0.6 watts. A household microwave oven uses between 600 and 1,100 watts.
*People in the UK apparently change their phones every ten months.
*In Europe 100 million phones get thrown away every year.
*Recycled phones have valuable metal (such as gold) that is taken out.
*Around 300 million cell phones are used in the U.S.
*The first car phone was marketed in 1982.
*An average cell phone user owns 3 non working cell phones.
*Only 2 percent of Americans recycle their old cell phones.
*Cadium chemical in one cell phone battery can contaminate 600,000 gallons of water.


Posted in Uncategorized on December 16, 2007 by staticity

Sitting in a center city coffee house typing from their computer. It’s glum. Rainy.  Full of two dollar muffins.  I woke up at an ungodly hour this morning (nine a.m.)  and then got on the bus soon after to come here. 

A woman with red, withered, hair got off on Market Street clutching her ‘hamster coat’ as Dave put it. The tufts of different shades of brown fur were looking a bit ratty pulled up close to her teenage white-trash effect.  She looked vaguely familiar, but I’m not sure why. I thought about Natural Born Killers.

Off to search for dads gift.

Hipster Party

Posted in adventure, hipster, interactions, life, party, Philadelphia, philly on December 2, 2007 by staticity

Found myself in a hipster house party tonight.
Ways I assumed it was hipster:
-it was7:30 p.m.
-folk/rock music with a raspy singer playing guitar songs that sounded for the most part all the same. (lyrics consisted of making fun of all social scenes including college kids looking ‘dangerous’)
-I felt completely out of place (though that is a common reoccurance)
-Everyone in the room was wearing plaid shirts with long sideburns and tight blue jeans.
-A keg complete with a bartender

My partner in crime and I were skirting the edge outside in the designated smoking yard.
”say something.”
”my it’s a nice night out. We can almost see the stars.”
A guilty laugh was shared as we stared around the clothes line and lingering backside of row houses. True adventureres. I must say…. through my awkwardness, I was pleasantly reminded how Niccolo and I seem to think the same things at the same time.

Highlighting points of tonight:
Our friend puking on the walk over.
A singer talking about his cathader
The blacklit kitchen (I thought was cool)
The typical drug talk outside.

Favorite quote: Our friend is the guy with the plaid shirt and sideburns.

A man with sideburns and a plaid shirt came out and I was about to introduce myself to the friend when I realized it wasn’t him.

I left around eight feeling totally stupid and snobby. Rebecca….. it’s going to be okay.