Onward and inward
“Look toward the future.” This saying has been engraved in my mind since ... well, since the beginning. I’ve been told by my parents, teachers, advisors, bosses, nearly everyone to strive for what’s ahead, to keep on pushing forward. I realize this is a common theme in society. I’m sure most people have had at least a few anxiety attacks in the middle of the night concerning that overbearing word: “future”.
I’ll admit I’m slightly terrified by its presence. However, my perspective is shifting. I graduate from high school next month and suddenly, the world seems to be spinning multitudes faster than it used to. What happened to barely keeping my eyes open in first-period calculus? Or lugging around a backpack that felt like it was full of anvils? Now, I’m being thrown a diploma and told to go off into the real world, leaving this part of my life behind. Granted, graduating from high school is an accomplishment I’m proud of and while I had a great time overall, I cannot wait to throw my cap in the air while ironically performing a “High School Musical” signature jump. In the grand spectrum, these past four years account for a minuscule portion of my life. That isn’t to say they weren’t important, but there is so much more to experience and learn outside of the state-required curriculum.
But then here it comes again: the future spurning an existential crisis on my exhausted brain. Between worrying about what college will be like to what sort of chips to buy for my graduation party, my head is filled to the brim with anticipating the undeniable future. Perhaps the most frightening part is that in approximately four months, I will be moving over 2000 miles away to Boston.
That single fact awoke an urge to stop focusing primarily on the future and to really enjoy what I have right now. While moving and running toward reality is exciting, I also know I have to make an effort to really soak up all that’s around me right now. Boston will present me with some amazing adventures, but what about the adventures that are yet to be had here?
So, Alibi reader, welcome to “Blair rediscovers ABQ” (I’m sure I’ll come up with a catchier title later). Given the opportunity to blog for the Alibi, I hope to not only find new things about this beloved desert city that I never knew existed, but also let you know about them. This place has so much to offer and before I leave, I want to be able to say, “I know Albuquerque,” and share my newfound knowledge. Before Boston, diplomas, packing all my stuff into not-so-neat little boxes; before my life turns upside down, I want to explore my home to the absolute fullest during the last summer I have the privilege to call it that.
Thus begins the Albuquerque adventures. Next stop: Food trucks.
Ode to grunge
Depending on your aural upbringing and age, the term "grunge" may conjure up wildly divergent things. Read all about Alibi Copy Editor/Staff Writer Mark Lopez's romance with the Seattle sound in Seattle Wall of Sound: A paean to grunge. For me, Nirvana's Bleach was revelatory; Lopez prefers In Utero. Exploring difference is fun, no? In honor of this myriad genre, I compiled an hour-long grunge-tastic playlist for our dear readers, featuring tracks by: Flipper, L7, Babes in Toyland, 7 Year Bitch, Hole, Nirvana, Mudhoney, Tad, Wool, Melvins, Sleep Capsule, Coffin Break, Soundgarden, Killdozer, Pixies, The Breeders and Green River. Stream it below. Less-than-fresh coiffures, well-worn flannel and Dr. Martens are optional.