Today I watched the Alvin and The Chipmunks Christmas movie. Alvin and friends sneak into the home of Dave, the main human character and songwriting "failure" according to his music business friend Ian. Eventually, Alvin and his fellows are discovered by Ian and make it big in the industry. Dave tries to keep them close to family roots as Ian tries to inveigle (one of my words of the day) them to perform on world tours and advertise a variety of ridiculous products. This, of course, is Ian's plan to achieve an even more extravagant lifestyle than he currently has. After leaving Dave and living a fancy lifestyle for awhile with "Uncle Ian," who incessantly purchases the 'munks presents galore, the mildly abused and overworked chipmunks just want to go home-to Dave, that is.
Recently, I have been having much internal conflict about the lifestyle I wish to have in the future. Settling into a relaxed suburban home while still having an upbeat career inclusive of frequent traveling and unordinary experiences is probably close to impossible. I want nothing more than to do something incredible, something bafflingly extraordinary-something that has me on the front cover of something at some time in some "cool" place. Though, the thought of falsely celebrating Christmas (I am quite Jewish) with hot chocolate in cutesy mugs as I wear onesie pajamas and belt out offbeat holiday tunes could not be more appealing. How can I do that if I am somewhere in the Doobang-a-dork Desert photographing a rare ele-camelot species as the breed parades down a dune, all while they are dressed in my new line of ele-camelot winter wear? Exactly! I feel as though 'dis just is not happening.
The existence of a comforting, nurturing home environment such as Dave's is one I would not live without, but what happens if life...happens? Traveling the world and living in areas X, Y, and Q seems to be a rare opportunity, but do I really want to spend Passover with me, myself, and my poorly functioning 8Tracks Passover Playlist? I have recently been planning stages of my life that I intend to live out: I must live in an uncomfortably remote area for at least a month at one point in my life, I should live in Europe for at least a year without a definite plan as to why I am there and what I will be doing the next day, and I definitely need to explore a coast other than the south of Florida before deciding where I shall permanently reside as crows feet begin to make my face their home. Though, how can I do all of this while retaining ties to my seemingly sacred "home" environment? Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros say that "home is whenever I'm with you" but first of all: who is you, what if I don't find you, would you really be willing to live off of caterpillar larvae with me as I scour the depths of...any Asian country, and also, I really don't like straw houses- caves are out of the question as well. Anyways, in response to Sir Edward's line, home for me is a place as well as the people one is with.
I may have gotten off topic. When Alvin and friends moved to Uncle Ian's, the lifestyle to which I may have initially been referring is one possibly in NYC, LA, and cities that may promote artificial relationships and existences. Fun, monies, and chocolate all get to peoples' heads; can I not place my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory shack-of-a-home smack in the middle of LA? Am I allowed to ride around town with my Super Smash Bros protective bubble to ward off scary people? In the long run I am sure my career will be making most of these decisions for me and that I will be dragged along either willingly as I move into my new creative space at GQ or unwillingly as I set up office/camp at Firm X doing boring tasks Q, P, and B. Alvin, you really did get the best of both worlds. Please let me know how it is done and do teach me to hold a steady note-a minor musician such as myself should probably have this skill-just in case.
Recently, I have been having much internal conflict about the lifestyle I wish to have in the future. Settling into a relaxed suburban home while still having an upbeat career inclusive of frequent traveling and unordinary experiences is probably close to impossible. I want nothing more than to do something incredible, something bafflingly extraordinary-something that has me on the front cover of something at some time in some "cool" place. Though, the thought of falsely celebrating Christmas (I am quite Jewish) with hot chocolate in cutesy mugs as I wear onesie pajamas and belt out offbeat holiday tunes could not be more appealing. How can I do that if I am somewhere in the Doobang-a-dork Desert photographing a rare ele-camelot species as the breed parades down a dune, all while they are dressed in my new line of ele-camelot winter wear? Exactly! I feel as though 'dis just is not happening.
The existence of a comforting, nurturing home environment such as Dave's is one I would not live without, but what happens if life...happens? Traveling the world and living in areas X, Y, and Q seems to be a rare opportunity, but do I really want to spend Passover with me, myself, and my poorly functioning 8Tracks Passover Playlist? I have recently been planning stages of my life that I intend to live out: I must live in an uncomfortably remote area for at least a month at one point in my life, I should live in Europe for at least a year without a definite plan as to why I am there and what I will be doing the next day, and I definitely need to explore a coast other than the south of Florida before deciding where I shall permanently reside as crows feet begin to make my face their home. Though, how can I do all of this while retaining ties to my seemingly sacred "home" environment? Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros say that "home is whenever I'm with you" but first of all: who is you, what if I don't find you, would you really be willing to live off of caterpillar larvae with me as I scour the depths of...any Asian country, and also, I really don't like straw houses- caves are out of the question as well. Anyways, in response to Sir Edward's line, home for me is a place as well as the people one is with.
I may have gotten off topic. When Alvin and friends moved to Uncle Ian's, the lifestyle to which I may have initially been referring is one possibly in NYC, LA, and cities that may promote artificial relationships and existences. Fun, monies, and chocolate all get to peoples' heads; can I not place my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory shack-of-a-home smack in the middle of LA? Am I allowed to ride around town with my Super Smash Bros protective bubble to ward off scary people? In the long run I am sure my career will be making most of these decisions for me and that I will be dragged along either willingly as I move into my new creative space at GQ or unwillingly as I set up office/camp at Firm X doing boring tasks Q, P, and B. Alvin, you really did get the best of both worlds. Please let me know how it is done and do teach me to hold a steady note-a minor musician such as myself should probably have this skill-just in case.
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