The Latenight System

I often think about things not in terms of specific details, but in terms of a broader view, which I think can best be described as an aesthetic. Basically the way something feels, which can range anywhere from "pretty heinous/unchill to "chill" to "the chillest". With things like bands and sports teams and other things that I like to think I know more about than I do, I often find myself more attracted to this idea than the actual band/team in question. This is the reason I like the Utah Jazz better than the Houston rockets, even though I have barely seen anything but highlights of either team. I just like the entire idea of the Utah Jazz more than the idea of the Houston Rockets, so I tell myself to root for Utah. If my likes and dislikes are somewhat arbitrary, at least I am usually decisive.


Tonight I was walking home from work when I found myself in the midst of a particularly chill aesthetic. I had just worked a long and hectic shift, after which I was exhausted. While walking home, looked around and thought about, thought about myself, thought about a girl (more than I have in a while), and thought about how much I love everything about Oregon and the UO. It was raining the perfect amount, just enough to make noise on my hood. The rain combined nicely with the way campus is lit at night. There were ducks in the puddle that I alway have to get by on the path. I have always loved ducks. Feeding them with my grandpa when I was young. Seeing them in my backyard. Being talked about on ESPN as the Oregon ducks, with the flashiest uniforms in the country.

I felt the exact same way yesterday while I was driving home from the beach. The weather was typical Oregon spring, sun for a minute then hail for 20. Rural Oregon has such a good aesthetic. The way the railroad runs right along the road, the way the road runs right along the river, the way old lumber towns are shitty and poor and abandoned, it just all fits perfectly in my mind and seems so real. Other places are cool, but Oregon is impeccable.

I haven't been reading anything lately other than nonfiction (and not even very much of that). I feel like I'm not as good at expressing myself as I used to be. I just read Kevin's blog for the first time in a while and was genuinely impressed, both by his writing and by his story.

I need to start trying to write again, I forgot what it feels like. Less is more.

Black and white and sepia. I swear thats in a death cab song but I've spent the past half hour on google trying to figure out which one. Its not easy being green.