rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

something funny I heard in the Coachella crowd while watching Rage Against the Machine play.
while everyone waited for the band to come back for its encore, the live camera that was broadcasting the performance on 20 foot television screens from stage scaffolds focused in on the moon. if only to focus on anything. maybe the production director thought it would be a nice touch for the lull in the storm.
but someone in the crowd chewed through the bullshit immediately and said, “hey, man. it’s ‘Rage Against the Moon.’” then he goes, “‘we’re gonna play a song now called ‘fuck the moon.’”
it was really funny, I swear.

anyways. I was offered the Charlottesville job. in Virginia. I don’t know if I mentioned this, I think I did, but I was offered the Minnesota job as well.
one is regular employment at a modestly larger daily than the one I’m with presently. the other is seasonal employment.
one is a desk job with barely a break that will look good on a resume. the other is camping and canoeing all summer for relatively little pay.
one is a desk job. but it’s a real job. the other is, what, a distraction? but it may be the last time I could pursue such a distraction. what, am I going to go fuck off and canoe for a few months when I’m in my late twenties?
and if all of this is so true, why am I having such a hard time deciding on this?
ideas, prescriptions, please sound them out.