I'm Leaving Fort Collins in Two Months and Two Days

I'm leaving Fort Collins in two months and two days.  And I don't even really know where I'm going.  It's pretty harsh to leave a week and a half after graduation, but wtf else would I do?  I've been complaining about this place ever since I got here.  Now I'm gonna leave with a degree in my hands.  Mission accomplished, right?

Well, the thing is that I have all these heavy feelings and stuff.  I have friends here - friends that I feel like I'm close to being, like, really uberbro with, but I got to school all the time and ride my bike around by myself and shit.  I really wish that I could just have a crowd of fawners lamenting every day closer to when I move - holding out their arms, but none of us can stop it.

Anyway, what bums me out the most, of course, is the fear that I'll never get to make out with all the girls that I have crushes on before I leave.  I've sort of given up on the idea of having any kind of "relationship."  But can't I just make out with everyone before I leave?

Too bad I have all this school to do while I'm supposed to be throwing awkward hail Mary passes to all the ladies that I love, in my casual way.

Marvin Gaye

I need to just start writing things in this blog, no matter how dissatisfied I am with them.  I just need copy, I guess, until I have enough posts that it seems like I have a blog.  So, here's what I felt like writing about today: Marvin Gaye.

What's Going On is one of those albums that's always cited by music critics as one of the best albums of all time or the most important soul album ever or the record that changed Motown or etc.  Well, it took me until today to understand how good it is.  Even though it sounds like the soundtrack to driving some sexy lady around downtown Chicago in a 1970s Cadillac, this album is about HEAVY SHIT, man.  I'll let you read all about it yourself, but I think that you should listen to Mercy, Mercy Me while reading the lyrics.  It's like the most powerful Christian-environmentalist soul lament that I've ever heard.  Please listen to it.  It's like taking a globalization class from a gospel singer-sage who sort of also feels like the loving black father you never had.

That's all.  I have to go to sleep.  It'll all be ok, I guess.  But shit, man.  Heavy.

Heavy Times

These are heavy times we live in, man.  I'll be going into that and a lot more in future posts.  Mostly I just had been thinking of starting a blog and then I accidentally did and here it is.

Heavy!

-David