27 September, 2005
where is the dream with the broken spring headed?

my supply of lyrics-as-titles has dwindled, lately... because i've listened to little more than anime music and non-stop blues for longer than i care to admit. oh, and anything that WWOZradio has webcast since the Big Flood.

i love translated anime soundtracks. thanks to backwards grammar, the language barrier and unfamiliar ethos, it's like anagrams. the idea is still there, but takes some work to get to. plus, it sounds better than most of what passes for radio, anymore... old sounds made new. since downloading is out of the question with the CPU of the Pleistocene, i'm painfully behind with what the kids are listening to... thank's buttloads, record companies, for keeping abreast of technology, so i have to go hunting for everything like it was the DeadSeaScrolls.

the point i wanted to make, before i talked myself around it:
procrastination is a pain in the ass.

allow me to explain.

unfortunately, there are no twelve-step programs for those of us infected with motion and the things that impart them, so i have more wheeled-and-cylindered objects than common sense. necessity being the unwed mother of invention, i had to learn, early on, to work on said objects... since i was and am not satisfied with things readily available or pronounceable. therefore, parts can be a problem... unless you have and account with the WorldBank and multilingual talents.

oopsie.

so, when things break, they sometimes languish until practical ("hah," he dares to utter the word, "practical"). case in point, the handbrake in the Miata: a terrible tale of negligence that resulted in calamity for my backside. it's a long story.

just this past week, after i'd effected a similar repair on the truck, and took it in for it's yearly safety inspection, i chewed the automotive fat with the mechanic. i think he respects me for all of the new parts he does not have to fight to remove for inspection, nor adjust, nor waste his afternoon upon. i related my problems with the Miata... and he informed me of two little bolts that the repair Book doesn't mention. these two bolts made the difference in everything.
knowledge of these two bolts, months ago, would have changed personal history:

no arse cherries the size of NewJersey.
no doctor visit, miles away, and a day of work missed.
no hospital procedure.
no pitched battles with insurance companies.

i won't say i'll never procrastinate, ever again.
but, when i do, guess where i'll have to sit?

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