Last night I went to a little Halloween shindig with some people from my unit.  Origionally I wasn’t going to show up… cause…  well…  I thought I had seen enough of those people for the last year in Iraq.  But within the first 48 hours of being home, my little tummy hurt from not seeing them.  Needless to say, I started to really look forward to hanging out with some of them.

I can’t believe that I’ve only been home for 12 days.  It’s felt so massively long.  I wonder if anyone else is feeling the way time has all of a sudden started to stretch and pull far beyond a normal 24 hour day.

There wasn’t much opportunity to really talk to anyone last night in depth.  One of the many talented people in my unit played for us with his band.  His hardcore band, mind you.  My god did they rock.  But my god was it effing loud.  Crazy loud and crazy good.  Check ‘em out on myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/newclearthreat

It’s a really clever name too.  I heart cleverness.

I also had a chance to meet a few people who had kept up with my blog while I was away; friends of friends, family members of soldiers in my unit, etc.  It was interesting to meet people who knew far more about me than I knew about them.  It actually made me feel a bit naked in front of them.  Of course I have thought about the consequences of writing openly in a public blog like this.  I had considered how vulnerable it would make me in these sorts of situations.  But I just pushed all of that to the back of my mind.  And honestly, it’s so rad that people want to talk to me about my blog and music and stuff.  (Yeah, that’s right.  I’m bringing back “rad”.)  But combine alcohol with still not feeling totally comfortable being back home… and Jami gets a little paranoid.

All in all, I had a great time and can’t wait until the next time I can see everyone.

Ok. Now for my random thoughts/writings section.

Why does it annoy me when people ask if I’ve gotten a job yet?  First off (as I pointed out in the beginning of this entry), I’ve only been home for 12 days.  Second off, I wonder to myself, at what point do people consider writing music a job of sorts?  Is it when a person starts making money in their art?  In which case, I became a musician when I sat down on a park bench at the Naperville riverwalk at age 18.  It’s awesome how people just throw money into an open guitar case no matter what you happen to be playing.

I’m not claiming music to be my profession.  God knows I have a ways to go in that respect.  I guess I just find it funny that even though people know my passion is music, they never ever ever ever assume that it’s what I want to do with my life.

Moving on.

Has anyone ever noticed that car engines run at a certain key or harmonic?  Have you ever been going 70 mph and listening to a song really loud when all of a sudden your engine matches the harmonics of the song?  They dance between each other in a weird sort of drone.  I’m spell bound every time it happens because it’s so random.  It’s like a solar eclipse only happening once every 50 years.  One of these days I’ll figure out the exact key my engine is in and then find a matching song.  I’ll play it for everyone who ever rides in my car so we can both listen spellbound to the mantra together.

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