Jason Stringer

I am blanketed in comforting weather again, thank Christ.  Overcast grey skies and drizzling rain – the last gasp of any sort of ‘winter’ out here in the desert before that scorching 45 degree heat takes its place.

My sleeping patterns are more scattered than a dropped bag of marbles right now.  My thoughts are just as scattered.  I feel like a floating fragment of my past, hung up on memories and not being active enough to move forward with life plans and ambitions, forever dwelling on things that no longer matter and cannot be changed.

I’ve been listening to a lot of music from my youth and reminiscing about the ‘good old days’ when life was grand and shit didn’t matter.  Those were the days.  I also happened to catch (and burn to DVD) a great movie from that time; SubUrbia.  All of it has created this void of sullen emotion that slowly boils my creative juices beneath the surface.

I look forward to the eruption.

I believe a film or song is most effective when you can take something away from it.  SubUrbia told me from very early on:

There are no wrong decisions.