kanji

03 January, 2006
another one goes by

even though it's Monday... and the day after a holiday, when everybody else is still either at home with an extra day off or on the way back... and it's battleship grey in the heavens... and my soon-to-be-ex still calls asking for favors... it was a pretty good drive to work, today.

it didn't hurt that i was still a little buzzed from the night before, from some friendly medicine a friend brought by early in the evening, and even better friendliness, later on the phone. it made me kinda wake up feeling that way, too.

it was like a little peek at some daylight at the end of the tunnel. heading towards, instead of away. preparing to ditch this hair suit i've been sporting for the past few months... or years. throwing away the flail of self-doubt and solitude that i've been beating myself with, as well.

welllll, shit... there's no guarantee that things get better, or even deserve to... but i like this trend.

for one thing, the XMradio had a real DJ, for a change, and every song was a hand-picked masterpiece. traffic was flowing smoothly. i was straightening out the curves instead of reacting to them.

and for some reason, i started thinking about this journal and the people i gravitated to from the beginning: it started as a place to put some words together; make some sense (and learn from some who might make even more, and eloquently); a way to make use of all of those years of grammar, and the ability to spell.

the best return from all of that was connecting, a term which would make the NewAge phobic retch in disgust.
still, the chances of personally fostering World Peace is pretty slim... so, is there anything better, on a personal scale, than connecting with those whose minds might follow (shudder) similar inanities? what collective madness could we create?

enough metaphysics. onto the nitty-gritty:

i have to admit... i have a little crush on Sarah Vowell, at the moment. or, really, the type of "girl" she is: kinda "Wednesday from Adams Family"-ish... not exactly Goth, not invisible, probably a lot smarter than i am, unique in speech and disarming of wit and savvy. good taste in music, too. not being apprehensive about a little grey hair, or unbecoming immaturity in the semi-aged, that would suit me.

pardon me while i dream.

come to think of it, there's something about this place that attracts those qualities like moth to flame.

so, i'm not cutting out of here. it contributes to a pleasant ride.

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hit me with your rhythm stick




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