I'm Getting Old - Volume 212

I had to go to Iowa City this morning to pick up my transcript. Yowzers, has it almost been 10 years since I attended school there? Where has the time gone? It was a hard pill to swallow: less than a decade ago I used to stroll around that campus as one of the coolest guys there. Burton stocking cap, Arnette shades, Sony Discman with old-ass headphones, satchel-style bag, running red lights and dodging people on my Schwinn Sidewinder, swiping my ID card to get a piece of pizza at the John Poppajohn business building, and then going outside to smoke a parliament light.

Oh my ganeisheo, I felt out of place. The dudes still sported scruffy facial hair, had scraggly hair, probably smelled like that patchouli oil, etc. But now they were all wearing iPods, wearing skinny jeans, and they had almost twice as much hair on their heads as I have on mine. No one rode bikes, no one was smoking. The girls all had those boots that go over their jeans. I almost got sick. This is not the Iowa City I remember. For shame. It ain't like it used to be.

Stuff I'm listening to: Surfer Blood - Astro Coast, Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon, Drive-by Truckers - The Big To-Do, any Tea Leaf Green I can find.

Stuff I'm Reading: Comfortably Numb: The Inside Story of Pink Floyd by Mark Blake, Sleepless by Charlie Huston, Open by Andre Agassi (starting)

Movies/TV: Breaking Bad, Lost (Though I increasingly wonder why), A Serious Man, Millionaire Matchmaker (yeah, it's gay, but my wife loves it, and now I'm sucked in), Moon, Pawn Stars.

Skeet Skeet Moment: just found out that Pearl Jam is playing in Indy in May, Band of Horses are opening. Moment #2: heading to the Ozarks in the near future, fishing pole in tote.