5 years from now, people will record the Daft Punk Alive tour as one of the great cultural events of our time.People will ask if you went and which city's show you hit. It's the KISS, the Dead, the Stones of our time. And it deserves to be, when [according to legend] a guy pronounced legally dead in 1986 is the opening act.And I will answer "Yes, I was there. Tokyo."
About 2 months ago it was early May and I felt that I'd have a really, really hard time leaving Austin. The whole tearing-up-on-the-way-out-of-town thing was a pretty sure thing in my future. There'd be thousands of words to write on my recollections and where they'll take me and all the ways they'd stay with me.Now it's the week where I leave Austin for a very long time, if not forever, and I don't feel quite so bad about it. In fact, it's almost a relief.When Mos Def referred to it as 'the thrilling beginning, the quiet finale' he was singing (yes, singing) about 'lifetime' - not the rape-survivor-movie channel, but the idea of a lifetime. Yet, the last 4 years of mine form a sort of self-contained lifetime of their own. I was definitely thrilled to be starting it. UT Orientation meant new friends, infinite possibilities, and a chance to reshape myself. The thrill left me sleeping 2-3 hours a night and running all day on pure adrenaline, no problem. You could feel the excitement in my writing from June 2003. Now the mere thought of anything less than 8 hours of sleep is horrifying. My heartrate picks up a couple beats with the memory of the stress that came along with the sleep deprivation I suffered my senior year. It's quickly becoming apparent to me that I have a pretty serious problem with caffeine, too - I have pretty hardcore withdrawals and if I'm given a glass of iced tea at a restaurant I'll just chug it, unsweetened, racking up 7 or 8 free refills. Please, my heart begs the rest of my body, give me some peace and quiet without all these caffeinated fuckers coming along and spicing up my day. And dear lord, save me the thought of drinking with Adam and Mikey and Patrick anytime soon. Not that I don't love my former roomies - but drinking another 12 gin & juices in a night just doesn't sound as exciting when I could be in the New York Bar drinking one glass of awesome Scotch for the same price. I'll miss the hilarity of those guys, but I won't miss the cheap liquor that cheapens the times I've had with those guys.That's not to say it's easy to walk away from other people, either, but the process is helped by how gradual it all is. This time around I'll be saying a few final goodbyes to people I hold very near and dear, but I've already bade farewell to most of my 'extended family' at things like P2 graduation and JA's numerous goodbye parties. People have already started scattering, and I'm just one of a million scatterers that everyone knows going through this graduation thing. My Facebook friends list shows 482 friends at UT. I probably knew half of them by the time the first month of school was over. On the way out, I have plans to see roughly 5 people. Thrilling beginning and quiet finale, indeed.
Ah, that sentimental moment has arrived. The fireworks are over, the celebrations dead, and everyone has left town and scattered in their various directions.
I'm left in limbo before it's off to Japan. It's a pretty lonely limbo since my A-town friends are working and in school, my Austin friends are working or scattered around the world, my JA family is mostly in Tokyo, and my sleep schedule is out of whack so I can't even talk to most people.
I'd love to sum up 4 years of my life with lots of tidy little paragraphs about the experiences I had, the places I went, the friends I've had and all that, but really, I spent the last 4 years doing just that on this site. I covered my personal growth, my identity crises, my major relationships, all that sort of stuff.
But I neglected to mention the little things - the things I shouldn't forget but ultimately will. The things that become habit, that become the source of inside jokes. Maybe somewhere out of that some other reader can draw some conclusions about who I've been and who I've become, but the rest of this entry is mostly for my own records. I've learned over the last 4 years, above all else, that my brain has filled its information capacity. Back when I was 16 I could interview a guy like Angel Munoz and transcribe the entire thing from my own memory - no tape recorders, nothing. Now I can't remember the chapter of Catch-22 I re-read last night. I will, like a slowed-down Alzheimer's patient, eventually forget everything and I only hope that my own writing will jog my memory.
The list of little things that owned:
-Being on a Halo team with Mikey, Adam, Tim and Patrick. And other guys from our dorm, for a while. While we're at it:
-Friday Night Halo in the dorms
-and the late-night Wan Fu runs that inevitably followed
-Getting a BMW and driving it thoroughly through the beautiful scenery of Austin. I'll never get enough of it.
-Being on stage at the Texas Revue (UT's talent show)
-Unlimited free cookies in the Plan II office
-Having a cute girlfriend on occasion (I miss that)
-Coming home to nights and nights in a-town of Starbucks and Thomas's house
-Coffee date with Monica - I know you're reading this Mo, it meant a bunch. :)
-JA meetings: walking into a room full of welcoming people who know you - that's the best.
-Learning to eat sushi - from that icky first bite that I choked down, with An Lee looking on laughing, to trying to impress girl-of-the-moment Charlene by trying 'scary' things like urchin, to teaching people proper technique two years later. I'm used to the food by now - hell, it was something of a comfort in Tokyo - but the experience of going to a sushi place is still as exciting as ever.
-JA club parties - I love the clubs, I love being surrounded by my friends, I love being in charge, and I loved being around the girls who came to our parties.
-Austin's restaurants. Oh man, so much goodness that I'll miss so much.
-Walking to class. Not taking a bus to class, not driving to class, walking. I've gained weight since school's been over. And when I lived in Spain and had to walk 45 minutes to school in the morning? Lost a ton o' weight. That was the best shape I'd been in in a long, long, long time.
-My workout regimen: DDR at Einstein's for 50c/4 songs.
-Having a roommate who was as much of an internet geek as I was - the many nights of Adult Swim and forum surfing was well-appreciated, Tim.
-The times I surprised people by speaking a foreign language.
-The advent of Facebook - I would be mildly socially retarded without the ability to keep track of people.
-I really liked tabling for organizations - you know, manning a table and handing out flyers. Sounds stupid, but I liked the quick little bites of interaction with lots of different kinds of people.
-Downing a Starbucks Doubleshot to stay on top of my game in my law class as a junior. That class rocked.
-Hook-ups. Girls I hooked up with, you rule.
-Stopping by the office of my 'godfather,' one Professor Jose Luis Montiel, only to stay for hours on end. And temporarily work as his secretary. And get him coffee. And talk with him. He wound up being the one who really truly landed me my JET position. On top of that, he was my mentor in Spain. He tried to teach me much in the ways of the value of people and of hard work and faith, but all I really got from him what is the value of a person can be. And in all quantities immeasurable, Montiel is the richest man I've ever known.
-The House of Guys - Plan II had its own house, and it was host to an unbelievable amount of "oh, that's college for you" moments. I still kept my shirt from the Graffiti Party.
-Saying "Hi, I'm Blake" to every friend I've made at this place - all 483 of you. Thanks a bunch. :D
That was the day when, for the first time, FINALLY, someone on national TV asked:"Wait - intentionally outing a spy (Valerie Plame) isn't an act of treason?"Thank you, Bill Maher, for finally catching up.
So.Time Warner just disconnected the cable TV. It had been on since I moved in here in August, and I only pay for RoadRunner.That's like a solid 6 months. It was a good run, free cable, but I'm not about to pay 60 a month to watch Mad Money and Keith Olbermann.ps - why, why, WHY do you (lookin' at you, Time Warner) call RoadRunner "high-speed online"?!?! "Online" is an adjective, you fucks, not a noun. It describes something, like a game having "online" multiplayer. Or Google Calendar being an "online" app or "online" version of iCal. I mean, dear God, we Internet people already have to put up with speaking a different version of English, and the resulting nonsense that comes from non-speakers asking questions like "Do you have The Internet?"So what happens now when the 11-year-old kid from down the street discovers the Internet, sees me as he's biking down the street, and excitedly yet cluelessly asks, "Do you have Online?" Then I'm forced to ask in reply, "Online what?" because "online" is an adjective and has to describe something. And yet I've just uttered a sentence ('online what') that makes absolutely no sense in *his* retard-o Time Warner language which will undoubtedly crush this child's hopes and dreams, leading to a lifelong hatred of me as if his life were a Jet Li movie and I just killed his father. Which means that in roughly 15 years' time, this child will hunt me down, wherever on this little blue planet I am, and take vengeance upon me, and as I lay dying he will victoriously raise the murder weapon in the air and scream, "ONLINE WHAT, BITCH!"So thanks, Time Warner, for being my undoing. My days are now numbered.