AAron and I like to go to bars and ‘meet girls’, which means that we like to go to bars and not talk to girls and instead talk about this blog. When we talk about this blog we often talk about what will make people want to read this blog or what would be worth writing in a blog. There are many blogs out there that do specific things better than we ever will. The world does not need another gorillavsbear; another Hipsterrunoff; another Gawker. Nor does the need another ‘mediocre personal blogger blog’. I think that as a blog we should respond in some way to events that have been agreed upon as important by the mainstream. (That being said, I do not think I will ever blog about a TV show or any televised awards ceremony.) To that end I proposed that we cover the Super Bowl. I thought it would be funny if I were to sit alone in my room while he went to Super Bowl party and tweeted about it. I would learn about what happened at this year’s Superbowl via his tweets and then blog about it.
Superb Owl
I woke up at noon and made a tofu scramble with mushroom gravy that Christine was making. I wasn’t sure when the game would start; half remembered hearing that it started at three. This was very strange for me, for I had always experienced the Super Bowl in the dark. I called AAron to confirm that he was ready and able and didn’t get an answer. I made and drank coffee and called him again. AAron has a ‘clever’ voice mail message, one of those that makes you think that your party has indeed answered the phone. I sent two text messages asking what was up. I called Danny to make sure he wasn’t at work or something. I called AAron. He answered and told me to ‘chill the fuck out’, that everything was going as planned.
The tweets started coming in – in fact I think he had started tweeting while I was freaking out about his non-response to my calls. I read the tweets and took screenshots. I got an email from the man who said he had found my lost thumbdrive that, as it turned out, had been floating in Lake Union since September. The man gave me his address and number and said that he’d be home all day. I went to Eastlake to recover the thumbdrive. It was very calm and quiet – it made me feel like I should go out more often. I thought about the sounds of the water and remembered that these were my favorite kinds of places, the ones close to water. There was some very nice modern housing next to quirky traditional housing. The units had large modern windows.
Though a window I saw a telescope or camera.
I met the man who found my flash drive. He lived a little more than a block south of the modern apartment complex. I greeted him and asked how he had found it. He told me that he had been on the shore of lake Union with his wife when he saw it floating on the water. It was heavily corroded so he applied a contact cleaner – it worked. He asked me why I wasn’t watching the game and I said I had a lot of work to do. I asked him if he was watching the game and he said he was not. He was a graduate student and had a lot of work to do. I said good bye to him and passed by the modern house, biking and then walking up Roanoke to Eastlake, which I took to Boren where I turned left and up to Pine where I turned left. No shadows because of the overcast sky. I heard that the weather makes one get into one’s head. I felt like that, like going uphill the clouds were only twenty or thirty feet up.
Meanwhile
I arrived home and began to upload photos, drinking that last tall can I found in the fridge. I went to the bathroom to sit and read the issue of Wire situated in the bathroom reading rack. I reread an article about Broadcast’s most recent album. Having heard the album since last reading, the article made more sense.
[Broadcast and the Focus Group - A Seancing Song]
Apparently the Grizzly Bear song “Two Weeks” appeared in a Volkswagen commercial. Here are two reactions:
Note the use of ‘net language’ in both tweets. Hipster Runoff has also weighed in on this matter.
I began to wonder who was winning the game. I began to wonder why AAron hadn’t invited me to the party, outside of that fact that I was planning on spending the day alone.
I went to the kitchen to make a grilled cheese sandwich. I made two grilled cheese sandwiches with nutritional yeast, sriracha, and onions from an onion soup that Christine made. While making the sandwiches I talked to Christine, who was also alone, about how we were both alone when there were people with their friends eating food and watching the game. It sounded like fun – we could have gone to a bar. People know me at the bars I go to. She told me that she heard people yelling from two houses on the way back from the Value Village. I was eating the second sandwich when Jack walked into the kitchen and told us that the Saints won.
Fuck punk.
Here is a picture of thumbdrive that floated in Lake Union from September 2009 to February 2010.
Here is AAron’s final tweet of the night.
