Saturday, July 25, 2015

Hard-hitting realities

Some of the hard-hitting realities that I think have landed in my transition from adolescence to, let's say, "young adulthood," and then to adulthood have been:

  • Not only can I not do everything I want to do right now, but I can't possibly do everything I want to do ever. Let's call this Physical Limitations.
  • I can't possibly be good at everything I do; and the corollary: being good at something is not a binary-type on-or-off switch, and/or being good at something means being good at something roughly more than half of the time in a continual process of doing that thing and sometimes succeeding and sometimes failing at it. (Also, "being good" is v. subjective and you can be your own worst critic, &c. &c.) Let's call this  The Complexities of Being Good.
  • While there are certainly systems of oppression and ease at work in the world, they are not personally targeted at you. They're more of at the aggregate, Jungian/archetypal level, and have pretty much evolved naturally alongside the process of human physical and social evolutions. This does not justify their existence nor make them more palatable, nor are they completely immutable. But knowing that the universe (whether divinely [or not] structured [or not]) is basically indifferent to your individuality is sort of comforting, right? Let's call this The Indifferent Universe. (With a hat tip to Don Draper/Mad Men.)

Another lesson I would add that has been coalescing for years through various stages that can only be seen in retrospect but came to a head after a couple of weeks at a research institute with strangers who became acquaintances and then associates and then friendly associates and then some of whom became "friends" (to use a strongly loaded term that seems to exclude the majority of strangers I met from that "friend" category but doesn't really mean to exclude them):

  • I can pretty much never stay close to all the people I was once close to. (This is a new one, so corollaries are TBD.)

Part of the reason for this last one fits into Physical Limitations.

But the point hits home when I think about how intimacy is marketed or structured in our (American) society. It seems like intimacy is a pretty big door. Maybe there's even a moat around it and a drawbridge in front of the door. But there's this pretty big door that stays closed pretty much all of the time. And then when you happen to find people you connect to, you open the door slightly and peak out and see what they look like in the sunlight. If they're amicable and don't really rub you the wrong way, you step outside and close the door firmly behind you. 

Then you and this person kind of shoot the breeze. Take a walk around the lawn. Pick up a few stones and chuck them into the moat. After a while you realize that this person would be really interested in the artwork you have hanging inside your house, and you invite them in, into the lobby, cautiously, and the pretty big door closes behind you two and then you stroll around your house, still kinda cautiously, and show them your displayed artwork and share a coffee and ask about their house and they say "Oh, for sure, you should totally come over sometime!"

Depending on how they react to your lobby artwork, you might show them around to your kitchen or even into your basement and attic, where the real stuff is stored.

Or, if it's a certain kind of connection, you lead them into the master bedroom.

But this model doesn't seem to reflect real life. We're a pretty transient society now, and I don't have to go look up statistics to know that people are moving all around for different reasons: for friends, partners, family, work, out of boredom or frustration.

The elementary school I went to fed into a couple of middle schools, but only a couple people I knew from elementary school went to the middle school that I went to. Then, after two years, only a couple people I knew from the middle school I went to fed into the high school I went to. Each time, I was starting fresh with a huge block of strange-marble and chipping away until I found the elephant-friends within. I'm not sure how kids who are forced to move around the country every year do it. I was able to find a new community of friends in high school band, but I thought frequently about my middle school and elementary school friends. Once or twice I would bump into them at high school football games or around town.

At the end of middle school my good friend Matt asked me to sign his yearbook. I wrote a short entry that focused on an inside joke that we had just created and I distinctly remember Matt saying, "We're probably never going to see each other again, and that's what you write in my yearbook?" I shrugged my shoulders and laughed it off because I was 14 and I didn't really know what he was talking about. (How did he know what he was talking about?) But he was right — I haven't seen him since. (I still don't really regret writing down the joke, though. *shrug*)

During high school, I remember another friend, a different Matt, who mused aloud when his parents were driving us around somewhere — "How do adults make friends?" — and his parents assuaged our introverted fears by saying that it was pretty easy to meet people at work or something. Then, during a summer after high school, I bumped into a few people I knew but whom I wasn't close friends with. I wondered aloud, guiltily, to Matt — "What am I supposed to do with those people?" As in, where do they fit into the grand scheme of things? They seem nice enough. Maybe we just never had the right opportunity to hit it off.

Now after years in Tallahassee, FL, an intense year abroad in Florence, Italy, a couple years down in south Florida and coming back to my current home in Atlanta after a couple weeks in Los Angeles with strangers-turned-friends, I'm back in the same place again. What am I supposed to do with those people? The interesting, fun, intelligent people I had the great opportunity to meet?

The internet was supposed to be the great democratizer, but it's not, and social media is supposed to be the great friend retainer, but it's really not. If intimacy is our house, and that big front door is our filter, then social media is us cracking open the door long enough to chuck some fruit out to the other side of our moat, where the general populace of acquaintances sort of hang out in our garden when they're not busy in their own homes or chucking their own fruit.

(And we usually only ever chuck out the really good looking fruit, too, like how I posted to social media several pictures of a tiny, healthy kitten we found a few weeks ago in some bushes but didn't give everyone an update when the kitten tragically took a turn for the worse and ended up dying after the vet gave her some unnecessary medicine. [We don't go to that vet anymore.])

So maybe intimacy isn't really a big front door, but a revolving door. And whenever our friends get near enough, they cycle into our house and yell out from the foyer and we go down and meet them with a huge tray of fruit, some of which is unripe and inedible, some super ripe and delicious, and some old and rotting and gross fruit but they're fruit we have to carry around because we can't bear to throw them out, and then our friends stay for a while, chatting, checking out our fruit, and they're comfortable in our house and you don't even have to tell them where the bathroom is because they already know, and depending on how long they can bear to stay away from their own homes they stay with us and when we're done together they breeze out of the revolving door and we feel the vacuum of the house fluctuate as the air from the rotating door filters in and out.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Website Redesign (Version 4.0)

I've been working on a redesign of my personal website based on a Bootstrap template that's HTML5... ish? I quickly got in over my head w/r/t CSS and JS, but I think I strung enough stuff together so that the website will work on most devices / browsers.

The goal was to have a site that was fully morphable from desktop to tablet to smartphone and I think I got what I wanted.

One project begets another, and as I redesigned I ended up starting a SoundCloud account, reconfiguring some blog stuff (including the title of this blog, taken from a David Bazan song, "Hard To Be"), and some other things that I already forget.

The work's not done, though, because I'd like to start an archive of sorts that shows the old designs of my website and also a Site Credits page (all of the elements of the webpage were openly sourced and/or creatively commoned).

Anyway, here's the thing (let me know if anything on it breaks when you're looking at it):

http://www.justindelacruz.com/


Thursday, November 29, 2012

David Bazan plays Control — The Social, Orlando, FL 11/28/2012

One of my favorite songwriters/musicians/performers played in Orlando last night. I've seen David Bazan perform with his former band, Pedro The Lion, acoustic solo, electric solo (opening for Spoon), with his electronic-influenced band Headphones, and with his new backing band as a solo act.

He's one who likes to vary melodies and do slight variations on arrangements from time to time. But for the re-release of the Pedro The Lion vinyls (remastered), he decided to launch a tour where he'd play through one entire album, Control. Why that album? He's also known for taking questions during shows, and he answered this one for us: that was the only album he could stand playing all the songs off of.

One of his main "turns" (and a talking point in interviews / press releases) is Bazan's fallout from hardcore Christianity into agnosticism. He's open with it, he wrote an entire album about it, and he dismisses earlier songs he'd written for being closeminded and dogmatic.

Anyway, here's what they played last night.


FIRST HALF OF Control

Options
Rapture
Penetration
Indian Summer
Progress

OTHER SONGS

Gas and Matches
Cold Beer and Cigarettes
Foregone Conclusions
People
How I Remember
Eating Paper
When They Really Get To Know You They Will Run

SECOND HALF OF Control

Magazine
Rehearsal
Second Best
Priests And Paramedics
Rejoice

And for a close-up look at the gear used on this tour, someone at a different show posted this: http://otherbandsstuff.com/post/36756273233/david-bazan-11-25-12