By
Zack Armstrong
Every now and again a person begins to feel stagnant in this world. We all find ourselves stuck in a routine that we cannot seem to break out of.
I have certainly felt this way of late. I am fairly certain that my recent birthday has reminded me that I am, in fact, getting older and I am no closer to knowing what I want to do with my life than when I was 10 years old. A part of me still wants to be a train conductor, even if it is a small part.
So I told myself on Friday afternoon that it was time for a change - a revamping that would break me out of my rut.
I picked up a Tucson Weekly and started looking through the local events so I could immerse myself in a little bit of culture. What better way to mix it up? Everybody needs a little culture.
I thought that it might be difficult because I have heard recently that the United States does not have any actual culture other than what you find in yogurt. We have fast food restaurants that are open 24 hours a day, Regis Philbin on TV four nights a week and enough 12-step programs to ensure that every one of us will have the chance to admit that we have a problem at least once in our lifetime. But that's about it. It was certainly going to be a tough endeavor, but I was ready.
Right off the bat I noticed that Cabaret is playing at Centennial Hall. I did not go, but my roommate. He said that it was good and that he liked it.
Next I noticed that Ice was in town. Which Ice? Vanilla, of course. I did not go to that show either but a friend of mine did. She said that it was surprisingly entertaining.
I decided to check in the lectures section next. There was an "absent fathers" lecture, but I figured what is the point of going to that if no one is going to be there. There was also a lecture on finding a mate, but seeing as how I am not planning on procreating in the near future, I decided that it probably was not the best choice. Although now that I think about it, that would be quite a significant change.
I looked through the paper some more and never found anything that really appealed to me and was afraid that my revamping would be unsuccessful. That was when I convinced myself that reading the paper was culture enough, and I took a nap.
