so i'm going back to school. [O]G-school - for trumpet. playing the faculty quintet. getting a masters degree. downside: iowa. upside: getting paid.
it's funny how fond of madison i've become after leaving for a smaller city. ugh.
here goes. unedited. uncensored. my list.
first, iowa city doesn't pick up your fucking glass or plastic recycling. makes me wonder how a city that's trying to get all eco thinks that college white boys even give a damn after they throw a house party. and for those of us who do recycle, we're all driving to a site just so we can do our part. and for those of us who see this driving plague will bike our shit there - but taking 30+ bottles of beer (2 week solo record, thank you) in a chrome bag sucks, and somehow gets wet.
second, those college white boys. jesus.
third, jesus. i guess i shouldn't be surprised, leaving madison, a bubble city of liberals w/ loose church attendance. anyway, iowa's supposed to be progressive, right? ugh.
fourth, i've totally transformed back into a huge nerd who gets a week ahead in class and participates in class. i've even caught myself re-writing class notes. gross.
fifth, why do people drink coffee in iowa? it's half piss half bourguignon vomit, swill. cafes have pour over stations for super fresh coffee right? then why can't they grind fresh? a pourover w/ 110 degree water and moist, clumpy grounds is bush league. spro ain't much to talk about either.
sixth, i have all this coffee, but never got a fucking grinder. now i have a grinder, but no fucking teapot. pouring 200 degree water from a 5 quart le creuset into a single pourover filter sucks. and burns.
seventh, everybody bikes on the sidewalk!
eighth, i'm walking on the sidewalks! now that i'm back in school, i'm walking more! i've never walked so much in my life - it sucks fat, and i'm biking much less - mainly because i'm carrying 4 horns on my back and a freitag full of books. so bogus. my shoes are wearing out fast too. suck.
ninth, anybody know of the 'brothers' bro-bar chain? well, there are like 20 of those here, w/ the right kind of clientele.
tenth, farmer's market in a parking garage? give me a break. a chinese woman selling egg rolls at 7:30am next to an apple orchard farmer? fuck.
there are good things here too. the trumpet studio is good, the brass faculty is amazing, and the kids that i've befriended definitely stand apart from any of the things mentioned above. there's a co-op. grocery store 1 block down sells fernet. so i guess this ends the whining and complaining.
i'm not homesick [anymore], but i do miss good spro, real food, and the kids.
safe.