Thursday, December 17, 2009

Greetings to the Abyss!

"Well, this will be my third voice on the web: 1) facebook 2) myspace and finally 3) a blog. All this implies that I feel like I need to be heard and that others actually want to hear it. I most likely have mistaken the latter, but, nevertheless, will still pursue to shout on the web with ignorant bliss, assuming someone is listening. I have a quote book that holds collaged pages of lyrics and quotes from my favorite books, songs, and movies. I also have a journal that many times is unorganized and belated. This blog will seek to combine the two books oh so dear to my heart in a more vague fashion. So here it goes, blog number one..."

So, I have another blog that I started in 2008 under the exact same name (I will refer to it as PS #1), but it got abandoned. And the stuff above is from my first post from that blog, but I hope that I will have more discipline and loyalty this time around.

When I started PS #1, I was 22 and was overwhelmed with my desire to travel and to go abroad, hence the name. Now, I am aptly starting afresh with this passport smiles, and my previously virginal passport has now been stamped a few times around (hmmm...strange choice of words. And it sounds a little pejorative?), as I am sitting in my room during my third month in France. And guess what? I am overwhelmed with homesickness and miss America terribly...haha Ms. America.

So...instead of "Terrence, This is Stupid Stuff" (as I posted on PS #1), I will post a little diddy from Simon and Garfunkel. I must admit, last year, before I came here, I was already looking forward to being nostalgic about the US while in France, and I pictured myself blaring 'America' in my room, singing it at the top of my lungs with tears in my eyes. Well, Ladies and Gents of the web, it happened today.

This is me from last night, when homesickness hit a home run...

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together"

"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

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