Hipster @ MindSay

This morning I arrived at work and was in the process of locking up my bike when another cyclist arrived... a woman I recognized from working in the building, but don't know all that well.  She saw my bike and said something to the effect of, "That's your bike? That's hysterical. I figured it belonged to some hipster kid."

I really didn't know how to respond to that.  "Fuck you" seemed a little much for someone I didn't know.  So I just smiled awkwardly and said, "Nope... it's mine, all right."

Dunno what's so "hysterical" about it, goddammit.


I see that I've neglected to mention another recent purchase.  I got tired of not having room in my fridge for food since so much shelf space was reserved for beer.  So I bought a small (4.5 cu. ft.) "beer fridge."  Quite handy.  I now have lots of space for food in the big fridge.

Pity I can't afford groceries.


While hauling the small - but hardly lightweight - beer fridge up the stairs to my apartment, I strained my lower back. So it's handy that I'd recently made another investment: a "subscription" plan at Massage Envy.  I used to have regular massages, and knew that I needed them again. My shoulder has never gotten back to 100% since the injury, but after three massages, now, I've noticed improvement. I'm duly impressed with my CMT. She's quite good.


I suppose the biggest news is that I've applied to graduate school.  Assuming financial aid comes through, I'll begin in December working on a Master's in Mental Health Counseling.  Do I know exactly what I want to do?  Nope.  I just know I've got to get out of what I'm doing now.  It's not challenging, and I know I can do something much more meaningful in the world. 

Wish me luck.  It's been a loooooong time since I've been a student.

So I met this girl the other day at a trendy party. Now, that would normally be an immediate turn off -- a girl who hangs out at hipster hot-spots are not usually worth your time. Seriously. I mean, I hate 80s clothing (despite the comeback its making right now), I hate little girlies preening to choppy washed up electro, and I hate how they always think they're hot shit.

But this girl was different. She was intelligent. She was ironic, yes. But she was not negative or overly sarcastic, which intrigued me. More inspiring than anything, I guess you would say.

The problem is... no I'm not too afraid to call her. It's just... well...

I think a special girl requires special moments together. And I just don't have time or $ to spend to make that happen.

One day we will reconnect. I think we both know it. I think that's why we're not really worried or anything.

And when we do it will be sweet. ;)

But for now I will just vibe out to my day to day as I pay the bills and watch my friends pay theirs -- grabbing wings or styrofoam-tasting pizza and listening to comedians from Brooklyn or watching the odd hockey game on TV or drinking brews or chilling to some nice drum n' bass... mmmm.... tasty...

And hey, not all electro's bad either, you know. It just really has to be done right. Think Booka Shade or Deadmau5 or Apparat or David Guetta etc.