“am i old, or is j crew getting fly?”
meghan daum blew my mind with her writing about target in her essay for the black book retrospective collection, so it’s only fitting that i would think of it on the day that i came home to my previous neighbor’s j crew catalog and really enjoyed it. as i have yet another nostalgic conversation about hip hop, and by that i mean-as i hear another person lament about how the music isn’t as good as it was (blah blah), i hate that becoming a cynical grump that’s living in the past (as opposed to uncle rico, who joyously lives in the past) is a way to mark getting older. whatever, i resist. well, we don’t only get older, we keep living our lives in circles, and sometimes we learn something from the current incarnation of a situation that we didn’t think to look for the last time.
“Why was I able to get in deeper with Mason, someone at once so scattered and so inert, than I ever had with anyone else? Even years later, after Mason and I had damaged each other beyond what we thought was possible, I would still see that land as a place I had only just come to, as a space to wide to truly inhabit. Time passed on the plains the way clouds often do; you couldn’t sense the motion but in the time it took to turn your head the formations would be different, something would have blown in and then blown out, something else would have edged in sideways, slipped just above the horizon line and left so many streaks in the sky that it was like one hundred planes had passed over in the time it took to eat your dinner. Change was not so much a tangible entity as it was something you realized had already taken place.” (121)
“This was the charm in Mason, his ability to occasionally make his chronic lack of effort look like a magical effortlessness.” (150)
damn that person who says infuriates you with his silly arguments to the point that you want to kick him out, and then swoops in with the last minute to say the exact right thing. pshaaaw….