Today, while at work, I had a conversation about self-awareness with my friend Aleks. We talked about the difference between self-reflection and self-obsession–two sides of the same coin. On one side of the coin you trend toward narcissism, believing that the world owes you something, that maybe things do (or should) revolve around you. On the other, you examine yourself and your place in the world. How the world impacts you and how you impact the world. Both of us, her and I, trend toward the former. We naturally introverted, but have maintained lived that puts us out there–on stage, or in the center of things, interacting in very public ways. We tend to prefer quiet moments, by ourselves or with other people that don’t demand of us, and in fact need these moments to live publicly. It can push us toward the outskirts of parties and the like, but can benefit us creatively. I’ve enjoyed working with her. I’ll be sad when she moves away at the end of the month.
Last week, my little brother flew into town. He was supposed to arrive on Thursday, but American Airlines cancelled his flight at the last second without warning and the best he could do was get an early flight the next morning. He booked through American Express and they did a lot to make sure that he made it to Minnesota. Still, I lost about 18 hours with him, which meant that our time in the Cities was, again, extremely truncated. Here is the list of things that we did while he was here:
~I picked him up at the airport at about 1pm.
~I applied for my passport.
~We had lunch at Old Chicago (we split a Chicago 7 pizza and had mojitos–delicious).
~We drank coffee and chatted at Barnes & Noble over a pile of magazines.
~We saw World War Z.
~We ran some errands and did some clothes shopping for him at Target.
~We watched a DVD until he fell asleep.
~I booked my plane ticket to Ireland.
~We got up the next morning and had brunch at Day By Day Cafe with Zack.
~Zack gave my little brother a short tour of his house.
~We chatted at Zack’s loft for a little while in Lowertown.
~We grabbed some beverages at Black Dog Cafe and wandered around the Twin Cities Jazz Festival for a while.
~We did some more clothes shopping for my little brother.
~We grabbed dinner at Potbelly’s.
~We went to the Cedar Cultural Center to see the Portland Cello Project concert (they were wonderful).
~We went home and watched a DVD until we were ready to fall asleep.
~We got up and grabbed coffee and doughnuts from Starbucks and started heading North.
~We stopped in North Branch at the Outlet Mall to do a final bit of clothes shopping for him (stuff is so much cheaper here than in New York …)
~We finished heading North to our parents’ house.
~We had a nice steak dinner and a bonfire in the backyard (by backyard I mean the stretch of grass covered land between my parents’ house and the woods that my parents cleared of woods when they built the house)
The next day, Monday, I headed South again. I left my tailgate, at my dad’s request, so that he could remove the rust. I also had to order a new handle for it since the plastic handle snapped upon our arrival.
When I got back home, I caught a late afternoon showing of White House Down (really enjoyable–it knew when it was silly and when to play it serious. Having a wonderful cast didn’t hurt either) and prepared myself for the week. It’s hard to get used to running a show this time of year, but we’re doing okay. After work on Tuesday, I was able to get together with my friend Danea and go to the Twins game (we watched them lose to the Yankees). I haven’t seen Danea in close to eight years (we text each other at most of the major holidays and each others birthdays, but haven’t really talked since she moved to Florida) and we picked right up where we left off. So much laughter.
I had a nice quiet Fourth of July. I slept in and caught a late matinee of The Lone Ranger (throughly mediocre and totally misguided–it tried to both be an homage and a parody of the type of western that the radio show/ television series was, as well as do some justice to actual history. What it came up with was a movie that was intermittently entertaining, but that also juxtaposed scenes of extreme silliness next to extreme violence–such as a character’s heart being eaten, or the slaughter of a band of Commanches). The Lone Ranger is classically a G rated property that was made into a PG-13 rated film (I suspect the violence would’ve made the rating trend toward R if any of the characters bled an appropriate amount for their wounds). Armie Hammer does a decent job and Johnny Depp continues to make every part he plays extremely fun and interesting (even if he perhaps shouldn’t play the part, such has this one).
After work on Friday, I stopped off at Barnes & Noble and had a coffee and dipped into a pile of Art and Design books and magazines. I tend to read a lot of shelter porn magazines. I’m not sure the 15 year-old me would understand the 33 year-old me. At least not completely. We still do enjoy a lot of the same things.
That catches us up to now. More later …