From: owner-support-system-digest@smoe.org (support-system-digest) To: support-system-digest@smoe.org Subject: support-system-digest V4 #318 Reply-To: support-system@smoe.org Sender: owner-support-system-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-support-system-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk support-system-digest Saturday, December 15 2001 Volume 04 : Number 318 Today's Subjects: ----------------- i am dreaming of a life, and it's not the life that's mine [cjbrich@mtu.e] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 12:30:41 -0500 From: cjbrich@mtu.edu Subject: i am dreaming of a life, and it's not the life that's mine so after finally getting to sleep at about 6am last night, i had a strange dream. it's a fairly rare occurence for me to dream and remember the dream -- especially in such vivid detail, as is the case today. here's what happened, if you're so inclined to read it: it was a dark and stormy night. (classic snoopy opening) for some reason i found myself in rural northern illinois, traipsing around the landscape with 3 companions: liz phair, a fellow from the liz phair mailing list named jack, and andrew nordman (a former roommate and good friend of mine). apparently there had been a convention of sorts for people on the liz phair mailing list, and i decided to attend. even though i haven't really listened to liz phair's music in a year or two, and i'm not very active on the list (though i haven't unsubscribed, since i still find it mildy entertaining.). also, i had no clue what jack's name was for the majority of the dream. anyway, i'll get to the point here.. we were trying to get back to the house the 'convention' was being held at. andrew seemed to have a good knowledge of the area's landscape, so he was leading the way. the road we were on was one that large semi-trucks used alot, but the snow was so high and the ruts so deep and the semis went by so frequently that the road was very tough for walking on. so jack thought it would be a good idea to cut through the woods. we walked through *very* deep snow, and i had a hard time keeping up. it was at this point that i fell down and dropped a liz phair cd that i was for some reason carrying around in my pocket. the cd was such that one could tell how much it was listened to just by looking at the case. i was quite worried about liz seeing the cd and being disappointed in me. so as i searched through the snow for it, liz found it, picked it up, and handed it back to me. she looked at me with a sort of 'oh you silly kid' look, and said it was ok that i didn't listen to her CDs anymore since she hasn't put out anything in a while. i was somewhat taken aback by this, so i just kind of laughed sheepishly, took the cd back, turned around, and continued on the trek. a very long time later, we finally arrived at the convention house. it was just someone's house in rural illinois. you could see farming fields that were a few miles down the road from their porch (strangely, very dry fields with no snow). so we went inside to warm up a bit and got to talking about AIR. apparently liz also thought the new AIR album was exemplary, and started to tell me about the time she got to see them in chicago. her description of the show was very similar to mine, and i mentioned that i had gotten to see them in pontiac and was similarly pleased with the performance. then she asked if i had heard this excellent collaboration track between AIR and REM (which obviously doesn't exist). we talked about what peter buck had added to the track, and i bragged about how michael stipe had actually showed up at the end of the pontiac show. jack then said "oh yeah carl, weren't you the one who posted the top 10 of 2001 list with AIR as #1?" to which i nodded affirmatively. to which jack responded "yeah.. you know it really wasn't that good. my girlfriend and i used to have sex to their first album, and you just can't do that with the new one." i just sort of looked at him like "thanks for sharing that", and then he motioned for me to follow him into the next room. the liz phair list convention was long since past its full tilt, so the time for everyone to go home was at hand. jack took down this fancy plaque with a bunch of people who attended the convention's signatures on it to take with him. he was very proud of it, and i was sad that i didn't have one. as we stepped back out onto the porch to say our goodbyes, i noticed a very orange colored tornado forming up in one of the farming fields. i just kind of stared at it for a second. just as i was picking my jaw up, another one formed in another field that was even closer to us. at that point, the mother of the house yelled for "ya'll ta git in the basement cuz a storm is a' brewin'." we went back inside to find the basement. the kids who lived in the house complained about how they hated going in the basement (which they for some reason called a 'pumpkin cellar') since it was so nasty and rat-infested down there. we found the stairs leading down -- and they were insanely steep and long stairs. by the time we got to the bottom of them, i felt like we had gone down about 500 feet. however, the basement looked surprisingly nice, and there were little loveseats all around to make for extra comfort. it looked like we'd be very safe from the storm, and i got a sweeping feeling of contentedness. we were all going to be fine. liz phair and i curled up on one of the loveseats and fell asleep. at which point i woke up not really knowing what to think. i hope you enjoyed reading about my dream that didn't really have much of a point. i'm not really sure why i even typed it out other than a bit of self-indulgence, but there it is. enjoy! - -- carl cjbrich@mtu.edu ------------------------------ End of support-system-digest V4 #318 ************************************