Maybe this says something about me.

I found something from Borders magazine that sums this up. It's somewhere in the bedroom and am not going to find it right now. The guy is talking about how his friend is always ahead of things, like he knew the Connells before they were big, and David Sedaris before he was big. I first heard David Sedaris on NPR driving around in New York; he did the "Youth in Asia" one which is sad, but one of my favs. I am semi-competitive about the weird things. Not like winning games, that doesn't bother me that much. But trends and knowing bands and reading stuff. Like for instance, the cupcake frenzy that is sweeping the nation. Magnolia Bakery and so forth. While I'm happy that I can now get them, I liked them before they were trendy. To be fair, cupcakes are difficult not to like. A little cake, frosting, and sprinkles if you're lucky. All good.

When the sorority chicks and the fashionatas had all jumped on the bandwagon of flannel, I'd been wearing them in high school when it was all preppy and other assorted 80s stuff. I raided my mom's closet and stole her flannel; I stole one of my father's sweaters. They were so comfortable. I looked very ragamuffin in high school and much of college.

I also tell people that my sister started knitting before Madonna did it and it was the new hobby.

Was talking about Bjork with one of my friends and she admitted that she only knew them in the last few years. I knew of Bjork and the Sugarcubes in '92 when AEP played them in her dorm. A tiny moment of superiority. Maybe it's a younger child thing. You were second and didn't get as many firsts as the first child did.

So, I don't think it means I'm ahead of the times because that doesn't seem right. It probably means I like what I like and am okay not to be part of a trend. There was a period in the 90s where three books I read became movies. I know one of them was The Hours by Michael Cunningham, but I've forgotten what were the other two. Or when postmodernism and deconstruction became used on Dawson's Creek. That irked me. Ugh, quit trying to be clever, cute and so forth.

Well, I need some tea to wind-down.