Home in the gypsum capital of the world visiting the folks for a few days. I must admit, especially knowing other activist types and their strained relations with their parents, that it's really nice having parents whom I genuinely enjoy and look forward to seeing and talking to. It's great to have folks who are progressive, intelligent, and open minded, albeit tragically un-hip.
Anyway, as is customary in every visit home, Dad and I gave the car a good one-over. Changed the oil and the filter, rotated and balanced the tires, even took a crack at the faulty ignition. Hell, I even washed and waxed it when we done, thus completely removing all doubt as to my heterosexuality.
But the biggest development would be the acquisition of a new car stereo. Previously, the car was equipped with a $25 dollar clearance-bin at K-Mart CD player. By the time the car worked its way down the family ladder to the baby, the CD player refused to work when it was below 60 or above 80 degrees outside (both of which happen so rarely in the Midwest), and also didn't work when shifting or during right turns, for reasons only the good Lord can understand. But at least it played the radio...until a couple of weeks ago, when even that stopped working, leaving me with the choice of road noise or extremely fuzzy pop stations with really strong broadcast signals. But not any more, for now I have a CD player that actually plays compacty discs and a tuner that actually receives radio transmissions. Hell, the CD even kept on playing when I drove over railroad tracks, a feat which is quite impressive, seeing as my old stereo would skip when driving at an even pace on a perfectly smooth highway.
It's good to be home.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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thief, tragically hip is a band, you stole the name and just added the (un)…. If you don’t know them, you should.
No shit? I'm afraid I must confess my ignorance on the subject. What's their sound?
For the record, though, I was actually referencing an inside joke with my parents. Whenever I do anything slightly out of the norm (which is pretty easy to do when the norm is small-town IA), my mother always asks me if it's because I'm so tragically hip that I need to show others how different than them I am.
So I'm only an unitentional their.
Woz,
An old friend turned me on to them when I was an undergrad. They are a Canadian band, and while they never really caught on here, they are, I think, quite big up there. I saw them at First Avenue, still dates as the best concert I have ever seen.
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