i’m not sure what this says about me

but i’ve gotten really into lounge music lately.
as in:

i like exotica lounge music (music made by white dudes that sounds like it comes from a place with palm trees) a lot
and i’m not sure whether i like it in an ironic way – for it’s ridiculous cultural stereotyping through sound and general kitchiness
or i actually like it.
i kind of think the latter is closer to the truth even though i know lounge music is what people in the 60s listened to in their identical suburban homes when they wanted to escape their monotonous 9-5 / homemaking lives. am i one of them now? i know the answer is technically no, but as i drink white wine alone, i wonder a bit why i need exotica in my life. i’m IN exotica! i’m in freaking asia! i think winter has to end. it’s messing with my head.

winter is cruel

it’s the absolute worst season.

i really really really want to have a beach party:

 

it’s my #1 mental escape right now,
especially in the windowless abyss of the classroom
while the students are taking their tedious little daily quizzes.

i wonder what kind of daydreams my students are having.
probably more like this:

 

actually, that is pretty sweet too.