Archive for December, 2002

  • Rob Spectre
  • 24
  • Dec
  • 02

The benefits of a college education are many… But there are detriments.

Last night we had our early Christmas with our family (my mother, my sister, and I) and Rex’s, my mother’s boyfriend, family. All in all around ten or twelve people gathered about for a little holiday cheer. I, of course, had no clue who any of these people were or what they were about, so I primarily just plinked away on Rex’s guitar. Hours turned into more hours, the weather got nasty, and towards the beginning of the meal I attempted conversation with a few of the people there. It was then I realized I have absolutely nothing in common with my family.

I’ve never held the same interests as my mom and my sister… But the situation is such that I really just can’t even hold conversation with them anymore. Anytime I try to talk they immediately sieze up with this inferiority complex because of my vocabulary or eventually just completely come to a loss because we have nothing in common. Somehow a full-time Wal-mart employee and a college student just completing a critical analysis of differences of interpretation in Hannah Arendt’s political philosophy and views of antiquity can’t find anything to talk about. Add to that what I already suspect to be a reasonably hefty amount of jealousy of my amazing college experience, and in a few days the house becomes quite volatile.

Admittedly, I am a bit sour and my demeanor is not likely helping things. With a sarcasm honed carefully by four years of intellectual discourse, it doesn’t take long to piss off a couple pig-headed women. I just sincerely wish I had a place to go… For I would certainly already be there than stay here.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 21
  • Dec
  • 02

Tonight (or, last night… phew… late getting in) was my debut performance in Andover with 3rd Fret. Not as amazing as it sounds, my uncle pulled me up to do a few songs with his band during a set. I’m reasonably sure it sounded terrible, but I got a shot out of the deal and a few pats on the back.

At a music store earlier in the day I played part of my Christmas song to Mom, to which she replied that I have “surpassed everyone in my family” in terms of guitar playing. I think tonight proved very concretely that I have a lot to learn. The guitar player in 3rd Fret, Bruce, is a true renaissance man of guitar… Throwing in harmonic leads, jazz chords, and SRV-style dirty Texas blues leads, the man can do it all. It was a real treat to finally hear my Uncle Roy in his full element and a bigger treat to play with his colleagues. What a wonderful night.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 17
  • Dec
  • 02

Mmmm… That’s the sound of cinema satisfaction. To begin the long week of great films (so many it does feel like Christmas), I began with a DVD of the Coen Brothers’ The Man Who Wasn’t There. As ever, Joel and Ethan deliver with hot, tender dialogue served up with unique casting decisions and remarkable cinematography.

However, the question of the hour is whether or not Billy Bob Thorton is now in an iron lung from the seemingly endless amount of smoking he does in the film. Gotrax and Egbers both were making jokes about it when they recommended the movie to me, however I didn’t realize how correct they were. Every time you see Thorton (the protagonist… well, not really protagonist… let’s just say “main character”) of the film, he has a cigarette. This may seem like an exaggeration, but I warn you this statement contains no hyperbole. He is smoking in *every* scene he is in. Literally. Yeah. And boy are those a lot of scenes. I’m beginning to wonder if Philip Morris is in the credits.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 15
  • Dec
  • 02

Mmmm. I’m finally home for the first definitive break that I’ve had in about a year and half. Just me and my guitar in the middle of absolute nowhere to do nothing but eat well and sleep all day. Tonight I had an immaculate bath featuring bubblebath, incense, candles, and Allen Masterton’s latest release “The Transient and Eternal.” I hope to be knocking around a few heads with this kid in January, and if you are in the Lincoln area you can email him and get the hookup. I highly recommend “Still” and “Mistress.” A full review will be coming, but that should satiate you folks for a while.

Personally, I’m surprised I even want to write in this. Given the absolute inordinate amount of words I have been placing before human eyes recently, I almost feel as though there is only a given number of words that one person can make another person read in one’s lifetime and – at this rate – I am totally fucking with Nigeria’s queue. I better ease up before I suck up their culture’s next James Joyce with my pathetic prattle.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 13
  • Dec
  • 02

It’s by no means pretty. But it is done.

In four days I have written 45 pages of academic work on three topics getting a collective 10 hours of sleep.

My body is now going to slip into a coma in protest for the horrible, horrible hell it has been through.

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