Archive for December, 2003

  • Rob Spectre
  • 29
  • Dec
  • 03

In addition to the enormous slash of healthcare benefits, the Bush Administration’s Pentagon just gave our people of the year a new Christmas present: an indefinite tour of duty.

After a wicked long day of mad dashes to make connecting flights, I’m back home, surprisingly still alive. Though infinitely preferable to 3 solid days of driving, it is kind of sobering to learn that crossing half of the country is still kind of a big deal. Feet still fresh on Rhode Island ground, my week-long craving for good coffee was finally satiated with an extraordinarily well-placed Dunkin Donuts in the airport terminal. 12 hours and only a little sleep later, I feel comfortable in my skin again.

The most difficult conversation I had in the many arguments that are the normal holiday family ritual was the explanation of how I’m getting along on the East Coast. The thing is, even for the dimmest New Englander totally incapable of pronouncing a single “R,” I can get along much easier than even roomfuls of folks I grew up with. I can strike up a conversation on the flight from Boston but can’t find anyone to talk to in Atlanta. I was accused this is because I have make no effort to try, and I wonder if there is some validity to that assertion.

But especially this past week at home I think the real reason is because I have no idea what kind of world these people live in. Having lived in it myself, it seems silly that I wouldn’t have any idea how to talk to a down home country good ol’ boy, but while they collectively shit themselves over mad cow I can only remember their histrionic border-blocking reactions to Britain and Canada when similar cases were found. Fundamentally, I have no ideas what their motivations and desires are… But I do know rather concretely now that they were never mine. Home is where the head is, I suppose.

And if there was one time to make a big show of international involvement, Dubya this is it.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 26
  • Dec
  • 03

One gets a special kind of courtesy when traveling by plane halfway across the country while carrying a life-size cutout of Elvis Presley.

I made it back home on Tuesday for the festive season, to be quickly reminded by my mother it was my first time home in over six months. Though it is good to see the family, I’m obviously not pleased about coming back to Medicine Lodge. How can you take the cow back to the farm after its seen Parie? By airTran, apparently.

Lots of good food and awkward moments punctuate the holidays for my family, not unlike most of America I’m sure. Even more awkward this time around however are the cravings that I’ve picked up on the East Coast. My kingdom for an iced coffee, I’d say, if my kingdom were actually large instead of a delapidated apartment in the Armory District. At very least, there is plenty of Mountain Dew around.

Merry Christmas everyone.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 21
  • Dec
  • 03

I brought my CD collection into the house from the car a couple weeks ago for one reason or another, and am still trying to find a reason to take it back. Having never listened to the radio since 1994, I’ve fallen in love with WBRU. Low production value, rambling knowledgable DJs, and an unbelievably good playlist – it has made me remember what used to be so magical about rock and roll radio. Though the cultivation of a vast mp3 collection is definitely necessary and preferable, you never get those special middle-of-the-night-on-a-lonely-highway moments of hearing a perfect song get played at the perfect time from some record-spinning night owl you’ll never ever meet.

Thanks for listening to me on the radio.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 18
  • Dec
  • 03

Counting down the days until I depart my beloved coastal hills for the desert-like plains of Kansas in a small trip to celebrate the holidays with some family. As much fun as I’ve been having out here, I think I can sense that they are still a little miffed that I went so far away. So while I have little interest in coming home, it will be good to see mom and Vickie again.

The other good thing is that *finally* I’ll be bringing real Christmas presents for Christmas. It is really better to give than to receive, and the 9-to-5 finally puts me in a position for the first time in my life of really doing that. And, buddy, Santa ain’t got shit on me this year. I got a bucket full of quality and will be nestling it comfortably underneath the tree on 25d.

Woohah! Got you all in check.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 16
  • Dec
  • 03

Okay. So you caught Saddam Hussein. That don’t impress me much.

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