tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post1036285332028920889..comments2023-09-01T12:35:14.881+02:00Comments on My Blue Streak: The Hyperreality of HomeBluestreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07350399171607670916noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-44502658970904288422009-02-04T06:34:00.000+01:002009-02-04T06:34:00.000+01:00I hear you loud and clear. I've gotten so into th...I hear you loud and clear. I've gotten so into the habit of "temporary" that I don't know that I would feel settled if we actually did.Not Afraid to Use Ithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11622378209801018927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-56757284181672177272009-01-29T20:18:00.000+01:002009-01-29T20:18:00.000+01:00Freeman - thanks. It seems you do manage to make ...Freeman - thanks. It seems you do manage to make it work, and I think having a kid makes you reevaluate the meaning of home, no?. I'll be emailing you for that. <BR/><BR/>FF - I think I'm an extroverted introvert too. Lunch alone sucks. Not every once in awhile. But day after day blows.Bluestreakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350399171607670916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-72665594179274325452009-01-28T18:19:00.000+01:002009-01-28T18:19:00.000+01:00My mom moved several times while I was growing up....My mom moved several times while I was growing up. I had to get to know new people all the time. I think that's why I'm an 'extroverted introvert', I'm really an introvert but I was forced to learn to be outgoing so I wasn't always eating lunch alone.<BR/><BR/>I loved this piece, very evocative.formerly funhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04915882376165190052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-82461397703313537652009-01-28T03:59:00.000+01:002009-01-28T03:59:00.000+01:00Fantastic post. I'm with you all the way. The movi...Fantastic post. I'm with you all the way. The moving all over the damn country as a boy, the displaced feeling as an adult. I try really hard to make home where I am. Most of the time it works. But sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm doing here. I don't know if it ever gets better. It's a cheesy one, but do you know that Soul Asylum song "Homesick"? If not, shoot me a mail and I'll send you an MP3.A Free Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01038930031019179647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-43612617548700773762009-01-25T18:02:00.000+01:002009-01-25T18:02:00.000+01:00Hereinfranklin - yes, exactly. Disneyland fetishi...Hereinfranklin - yes, exactly. Disneyland fetishized Main Street and then Main Street was redone to look more like the copy, the Disneyland version.Bluestreakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350399171607670916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-67656399224612803642009-01-24T19:09:00.000+01:002009-01-24T19:09:00.000+01:00I never moved until college and only a few times s...I never moved until college and only a few times since then. I don't like it. I'm not big on decorating...would much rather spend those $$ on a trip. Disney's Main Street could be the one here in Franklin--it's so frigging charming that people see it an immediately want to move here. But I liked it better a few decades ago when you knew everyone in the stores and they knew you. That was home. A couple of pool halls, a hardware store, drug store with soda fountain. Main Street today is for tourists with too much money. I guess my point is, sometimes home isn't even home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-5984637257107689352009-01-24T12:50:00.000+01:002009-01-24T12:50:00.000+01:00Rassles - I love it when you dominate my comments ...Rassles - I love it when you dominate my comments section. I did finally hang the pictures up but I still can't bring myself to buy anything for the house. I guess that is good but I'm going minimalism big time here, completely empty shelves, a house with no character whatsoever. A hotel almost. The house was furnished when we rented it so nothing here belongs to us except the clothes and the few pictures we managed to hang after a couple of years here. While I can't get rid of this furniture that doesn't belong to me, there are some things in my power that I could do, like, I don't know, buy a vase or some shit. But I just don't have it in me. It's so hard to explain. Please stay off ladders while you are drinking. Christ. <BR/><BR/>Gypsy - thanks. It's weird but I feel completely unattached to my parents new home. It has all the things I grew up with in it but it's in a weird place. It still feels more like home though than this place. <BR/><BR/>Clarissa - my dad wasn't in the military either. He just had itchy feet and had to keep moving, something better was always around the corner, in another place.Bluestreakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350399171607670916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-33505782412318360702009-01-24T09:19:00.000+01:002009-01-24T09:19:00.000+01:00I'm always asked if my dad was in the military. H...I'm always asked if my dad was in the military. He wasn't ... he was a banker ... I don't normally go into the details of out-of-state banking regulations but the consequence was a whole lot of moving. The longest I lived in any one house - 6 years. Strangely, London, a place we kind of chanced into has been the longest I've lived in any city. I think I used to have unsettled feelings that might have been a variation to yours ... but they're gone now. I don't know why or how. Maybe you need to get a pig. :)Clarissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03310970914797007509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-53391230687461255462009-01-23T22:17:00.000+01:002009-01-23T22:17:00.000+01:00Gorgeously written. I lived in the same house unti...Gorgeously written. <BR/><BR/>I lived in the same house until I was 18 and went to college, and then my mom lived in that same house for another 4 years, so *that* place was always home. <BR/><BR/>Now it seems like wherever my mom lives, her house is home. Lancelot and I have lived in our house for 4 years now -- and we lived in this house back in college -- and it's home, too. But Mom's house? Can't top it.Gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14327359141716141220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-38015063482654232312009-01-23T22:08:00.000+01:002009-01-23T22:08:00.000+01:00I'm leaving one more comment so I can completely d...I'm leaving one more comment so I can completely dominate the comment section. Suckah MC's ain't got nothin' on me.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-39669813393546790202009-01-23T22:07:00.000+01:002009-01-23T22:07:00.000+01:00And painting is so much fun. I love painting wall...And painting is so much fun. I love painting walls, I don't know why, there's just something about getting drunk and climbing on ladders that appeals to my safety.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-30313146839989161372009-01-23T22:03:00.000+01:002009-01-23T22:03:00.000+01:00Never underestimate the power of painting the wall...Never underestimate the power of painting the walls. I can't live in white and cream. It's an impossibility. I mean, I don't want to live in my apartment forever, but wall-painting made it go from "I want to go back to my apartment" to "I want to go home." <BR/><BR/>I know that's nowhere near the concept of "home" that you're struggling with right now, but it's the best I got. <BR/><BR/>And hang up those pictures, bitch! How can you expect to call it home if you don't create one?Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-13951559327640730132009-01-23T20:46:00.000+01:002009-01-23T20:46:00.000+01:00Whew, you guys are still there. J and J - I don't...Whew, you guys are still there. <BR/><BR/>J and J - I don't want to be nomadic, I just am. I would love to never move. Well, that is, if I could afford to have multiple homes around the world. <BR/><BR/>Mountainlover - thanks for the compliment. Don't let me fool you though, I think the only part of Baudrillard that I actually understood was the Disneyland bit. <BR/><BR/>rassles - good point, but it took me ages to bring myself to hang pictures. I just can't see myself going through the trouble of painting. But I'm sure you're right. I think if I had known how long I would be here i would have done that from the beginning. Then I think, well, who knows, maybe I'll be here another 4 years, let's get paintin'. <BR/><BR/>Mongoliangirl - I'm too on board, that's the problem. Although, I'd probably get itchy feet even if I had THE home.Bluestreakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350399171607670916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-18251573163947042252009-01-23T20:10:00.000+01:002009-01-23T20:10:00.000+01:00Oh Bluestreak. I do this all the time. I do not ...Oh Bluestreak. I do this all the time. I do not live where I live, but somewhere else that I would, in reality, not live either. Are we really ungrateful? I've wondered that about myself. Or am I just not yet on board with the idea of me having a 'home'. Maybe I never will be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-77386348466063380652009-01-23T17:15:00.000+01:002009-01-23T17:15:00.000+01:00Here's a lame question: Living in your current ho...Here's a lame question: Living in your current house, have you painted the walls? <BR/><BR/>I lived in my apartment for two years, and once I painted the walls, I flipped. It was mine.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-25785163512195154862009-01-23T16:21:00.000+01:002009-01-23T16:21:00.000+01:00And you quote Baudrillard? Shit, I'm speechless. ...And you quote Baudrillard? Shit, I'm speechless. Well, not really. I'm trying to restrain my inner-geek.<BR/><BR/>First: I can't imagine moving around so much- especially as a child. <BR/><BR/>Second: I think, much like your expectations of home and homesickness, that I only truly experience something when it's over. During the experience I feel more like a spectator and it's dull. I find myself trying to force reality into my brain- a sense of living in the moment. After my experience I can adjust the brightness/contrast and color and end up with an intense memory.<BR/><BR/>Maybe I am living in the moment and reality can't be any more vivid than it is- more main street or Disneyland, and it's the expectation that needs to change. <BR/><BR/>Great post!!!~Mountain Lover~https://www.blogger.com/profile/17691252732393167228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031807907878648583.post-2087260363572961142009-01-23T14:27:00.000+01:002009-01-23T14:27:00.000+01:00I always wondered what it would've been like movin...I always wondered what it would've been like moving around so much. We only moved once and that was enough for me. I've even told Mr. C that once we buy our acreage and house, I'd be fine with never moving. I'm not very nomadic I guess!Jen's Farmilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16066311009933923372noreply@blogger.com