Word: lifes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...good to be a Krok, it seems. They joke and laugh, despite their evident differences, because these guys are tightoor as Kirk Bangstad, a senior baritone with a million-dollar smile, puts it half laughingly, half wistfully, "Once you get in the group, that is your social life...
...these charming young men are naive, even as they sing of "sadomasochism," to the real tensions that will someday entangle their own lives. It is refreshing for these corporate clients, seeking to cut loose and shed a little of their hostility over wine or vodka, to see that life can still be fun without an asterisk at the end. The Kroks know that they are charming, but they are, for the most part, just looking for applause and the invitation to sing one more, not to use their charm to ooze their way up a corporate ladder. It is charm...
...could argue that this liberdad simply marked a point at which "so many fetters" had just been removed. My life was all lightness, and no weight: I was leaving behind 13 years of history in my school, I was into college, and I was in Cancún, busting so many moves on bartops...
...actually makes some sense that I identify with autumn so much. Like spring, it's a transitional season. And my life, like everyone else's at college, has been enormously transitional in the past few years. In autumn, the land is moving slowly from the warm climate to which it's accustomed and readying itself for the winter that's ahead. I've been moving from my comfortable life in New Jersey to this new, bizarre life of my own. But the difference is crucialoin the fall, it doesn't get cold too quickly. Rather, the temperature chills...
...transition to my new life is almost complete. This year, instead of rushing off to every comp and introductory meeting for every interesting club on campus, I'm taking a low-key tack. And I've been making time to take walksolong walks along the river, in the fresh autumn breeze, with nothing but my thoughts and the scenery. Sometimes, I can even hear nature singing Simon and Garfunkel: "Slow down, you're moving too fast you've got to make the morning last...