A sort of life

Stick shifts and safety belts

PERTH, Australia — Today I spent a lot of time working on the styling of this blog. Most of the changes are unnoticeable. That, in no small way, pisses me off. Really. Leave a comment if it pisses you off. That would make me very happy. (Ed. Note: Comments were removed from this website in 2005.)

I noticed today: I turn the music in my car to intolerable levels. Almost intolerable. I do this to force myself not to think, I think. Have you ever tried to sit still and think about something while James Brown is playing in the background? The Soul Funky Train. Try it! Just doesn’t happen.

And while we’re talking: Who just sits stoically and thinks anyway? I know I’ve seen it done in the movies, but I can’t honestly say I’ve ever spent too much time just sitting. Sitting and pondering. El Ponderosa. Noodling around. Nope, that just isn’t my style. Not unless we’re talking about looking at a menu in a restaurant. That’s a different thing entirely.

This blog thing is cool. Here’s hoping it doesn’t make like a novelty tattoo and wear off.

“Stick shifts and safety belts” is from Volume One: Frank’s Wild Years (1983–2009). Written between 2003 and 2009, Volume One was this author’s attempt to find meaning from life as a young twenty-something. While this endeavor would ultimately fail, what remains is a comical tale of loneliness and debauchery.

A day to reflect, atone

A day to reflect, atone

Jenny De Soto reflects on life after college during a short visit home to Vienna, Va. on September 5, 2010.

Here's hoping it doesn't make like a novelty tattoo and wear off.