"She said you're a ramblin man. You aint never gonna change. You got a gypsy soul to blame and you were born for leavin".
"אגב מה דעתך על ההפגנה דיור?"
But I guess I've kinda always felt like that - I was the quiet guy in college who would play dream pop acoustic songs and bluegrass music, who just so happened to play bass in hip hop shows at fraternities: douche bags, gin and juice, and me, Mr. Sensitivo acoustic guy puttin down some mad bass line behind some black dude's rhymes. In elementary school, I was the inner city kid who had moved to the suburbs after getting stabbed with pins and living in a drive by shooting zone. The notable city "strut" that I had been procuring up until that point, that was widely commented on by my new teachers and friends, was strangely juxtaposed to my new life of smiling, good posture, good grammar, and a 99% white student body.
This is what modernity has produced as a side effect. Increased mobility and ease of information dissemination has created a higher chance that people will have attachments to different cultures that, when juxtaposed, create a strange, dissonant noise.
The whole reason I bring this up, is because every now and then I find it hard to reconcile the fact that I'm a guy who could see himself living in a cabin in the Colorado mountains, fishing and hunting and listening to country, and also driving around in an armored tank, speaking Hebrew and carrying an M16. These two things are so different from each other and come really from different worlds that never, never intersect. Maybe this is what adventuring creates. This blog is even a product of worlds colliding, creating dissonance. But what can I say. Sometimes I enjoy the sound.
But I guess I've kinda always felt like that - I was the quiet guy in college who would play dream pop acoustic songs and bluegrass music, who just so happened to play bass in hip hop shows at fraternities: douche bags, gin and juice, and me, Mr. Sensitivo acoustic guy puttin down some mad bass line behind some black dude's rhymes. In elementary school, I was the inner city kid who had moved to the suburbs after getting stabbed with pins and living in a drive by shooting zone. The notable city "strut" that I had been procuring up until that point, that was widely commented on by my new teachers and friends, was strangely juxtaposed to my new life of smiling, good posture, good grammar, and a 99% white student body.
This is what modernity has produced as a side effect. Increased mobility and ease of information dissemination has created a higher chance that people will have attachments to different cultures that, when juxtaposed, create a strange, dissonant noise.
The whole reason I bring this up, is because every now and then I find it hard to reconcile the fact that I'm a guy who could see himself living in a cabin in the Colorado mountains, fishing and hunting and listening to country, and also driving around in an armored tank, speaking Hebrew and carrying an M16. These two things are so different from each other and come really from different worlds that never, never intersect. Maybe this is what adventuring creates. This blog is even a product of worlds colliding, creating dissonance. But what can I say. Sometimes I enjoy the sound.
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