I'm currently listening to Modern Man by The Arcade Fire, but I've got Kanye in mind. Some parts of Kanye West's new cd play out like you're listening in to him in a confession booth. He simply spills his guts. Such candid expressions are common from Kanye, but uncommon from me. I don't often look to him as a role model, but I'll do just that in this post.
However today, I was able to talk with a coworker about the wounds I incurred in the last 3 years. Those wounds include "falling out", burning out, burning bridges with coworkers and friends alike. In conversation today, I discussed some of the progress I've made here - healing from those wounds. But also noticed how fragile and unstable I still am. It is probably important that I go through this shit in a safe place. Woodstock is that and also a place where I cannot simply depend upon loved ones who inspire me and love me back for further growth.
So there you go. I'm not going to get as naked as John Lennon or anything, but I'm trying to do less hiding/cowering behind that baggage.
ANYWAY, a perk of being here is that I can immerse myself in US culture still:
I watched Mad Men and read "Mad Men and Philosophy"
I listened to highlights from The Arcade Fire's The Suburbs and
I plowed through Taverner, Handel and an arrangement of Bohemian Rhapsody in staff choir practice.
I continue to train and work out for the climbing expedition this summer. According to Wiki, when I reach the summit at 20800ft, I will be higher than any point in North America. I might go camping on a nearby hill this weekend with some boys from my floor. Pretty great I guess.
