It's horribly, dangerously hot these days (triple-digits) so I'm just sitting around in the air conditioning, watching an old movie via internet streaming. It's called "Smithereens" from 1982, and chronicles the end of a certain era of New York punk/new wave culture via the storyline.
It brings me back to my junior high years, when I began obsessing on anything and everything "new wave." As I watched, I thought about a list I once made in 8th grade or so. It was my list of things to pack if/when I ran off to New York to just hang out at record stores by day and nightclubs by night. I have no idea what I thought I'd do for money or a place to live.
It also reminded me how much I was encouraged by my high school art teacher to attend art school instead of the 4-year university I chose. I wonder what would have happened if I chose that route?
