boohoo

Give me three Presidents Days to Halloween any time of the year. I love ghost stories, scaring people, and eating candy, but Halloween just isn't my idea of recreation. It's fun to dress up and act out a different persona or impression of a famous individual. Heck, I do that daily. Getting good with my Marilyn Monroe, too. The fall festival movement was a step in the right direction. Let's end Halloween and initiate North America Carnival Day. What the hey, let's make it a week long. Throw in some fireworks and bongos and now we're talking recreation. Have firetruck races down Main with every siren in the county wailing away and Tina Turner as the national emcee every year. Let's leave the dead alone and celebrate life. Muaah.

It was fun handing out candy to all those Spidermen, Cinderillas, Whatchamacallems, Ghosts, and Goblalightlys.

Tech vs. Tech

Thursday Night College Football. #11 Virginia Tech vs. Georgia Tech. ESPN, 7:30pm EST.
Virginia Tech let a game slip through their hands last week against Boston College. Up ten points with little more than two minutes left in the game, Matt Ryan lead BC to two touchdowns and an impressive victory. Matt Ryan deserves the Heisman Trophy this year. The Hokies had won five games in a row before crashing into BC. Can the Hokies Beamer-up and win on the road? Big question mark at the quarterback position for VT. The season's starter lost his position to a freshman. The freshman got injured in the game before BC.
Georgia Tech got scorched by BC earlier in the season. Even with a week off, Georgia Tech is still plagued by key injuries. The starting tailback and his backup are both out for the game. GT beat VT last year in Blacksburg. Missing from last year's team is the NFL's second overall draft pick, Calvin Johnson.
Both teams have strong defenses and questionable offenses. My prediction is a 0-0 brawl which will eventually be decided by how far each team's fans can throw one another's mascot down the field.
I really enjoy watching college football and can't wait for kickoff. I am terrible at predictions. Yeah, go buy Transmeta now.



Yo! from the lower 48!

47 degrees

Got cooked at work. The bad kind. Greeting my eyes was a (n unnecessarily) long list of undone marks and dashes taped to the blemished monitor at my desk. Set my scrawny jaw to the grindstone forthwith and reduced that list to a mere skeleton of itself. Got the lecture. Simple blowback. Process H people get treated similar to crack addict step-kids with malaria from Sturgis. Been that way from day one. Naturally, I end up with the process H hat. It's been documented, discussed, explained, yada whamwoozle.
Gonna go chew some light bulbs, dagnabit.
The weather was quite lovely today. 47 degrees at six fifteen am. 63 degrees around four-thirty. Bright warm sun smiling down on this green paradise with air sweet enough to kiss. Enough beauty in one day for at least one lifetime. It was similar to a day when Rome burned, but not as windy. Sometimes I get the cities confused.
Congratulations, Red Sox. It's not funny, but a clear memory from Boston was three-generational. A mom and daughter get out of cab near the Park. Grandmother has gotten out on the other side. She walks around to where mom and daughter have exited. The door is still open. She reaches in to grab something and the cab was about to go from zero to a million. For some reason the cab stopped, slammed brakes and coughed smoke, at half a car's length. Poor grandma got jerked sideways. She walked away. Cab driver hopped out wearing a litte Italy shirt and began apologizing for all he was worth. Mom chewed him out for all he was worth. Grandma was one tough broad. It would have been funny in a movie with Chevy Chase and Diane Keaton.

Joan's Knife

Smelling the promise in a new day, Joan tossed her cellphone in her purse, switched off the lights, exited the house, locked the door. She fired the ignition and backed out of her drive into "Boring" street and smiled to her soul as the sun warmed her in her topless Jeep. "Getting up early" to take the top down was tabbed a good beginning to the day. After three subdivision blocks and close to a dozen kids standing not too intelligently in the street, she turned on to Bobbi Davis Road. In less than a quarter of a mile, she saw "that guy" who had been wandering up and down the road for the past week. Joan clicked her tongue against teeth and shook her head as she slowed down enough to pull over to the side of the road. She wondered why she was doing "this." She maneuvered her Jeep right up to the guy. He turned his head toward her with a look of total incomprehension. What's going on here Joan wondered.
"Hey buddy, how ya doing?" Joan asked. She ran her hand through her short black hair as she noted the thick, sticky brown hair on the unshaven guy. She reflexed back slowly when she saw tears form in the guy's eyes. His head moved slightly left to right. Joan cautiously slid her hand in pocket for a clear grip of her knife. The guy looked at Joan with distant eyes.

"I can't remember," he muttered. He's helpless Joan assessed before killing the ignition.
"Is there anything that I can do for you?" Joan asked and almost cringed for having stopped in the first place.

The music was loud and exciting to hear. The big firs lining the drive felt like old friends leading the way. Joan almost chuckled to herself at the confused wonder look on her passenger's face. Better laugh now before Kathy raises hell when she sees this guy. As soon as the firs stopped, cars were parked everywhere. The gathering looked bigger than Joan had expected. She hopped the turnout might quell some of Kathy's reaction. As soon as the Jeep was parked, laughter could be heard even over the music. Joan turned to her rider whom she had dubbed Guy.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," Joan informed Guy. He gave her that same look of confused wonder yet without tears. Joan started walking to the rock path on the side of the manor that lead to the back gardens. Before she even got the path, the front door opened and Kathy greeted her.
"Finally. I was afraid you might have met someone interesting on the way over and well, ... whatever it is that you always do on my invitations," Kathy laughed with a hint of alcohol on her breath. She hugged Joan with champagne in hand. She was about to comment on Joan's fitness when she noticed Joan's distracted expression. "Oh, I'm just teasing hon. Come on, let's go have some fun." With her arm around her young friend, Kathy tried to lead the way to the party. When Joan didn't budge, Kathy stopped and immediately asked neutrally, "What's the matter, Joan?" Joan pressed her upper lip tightly on her lower one and gave a slight as possible look toward her Jeep.
"I was," she began. Kathy looked toward the Jeep, squinted to focus. She tried to continue, "wondering if you, ... we could, ahm, ... oh, I just ..."
"What the hell is that, Joan?" Kathy asked with displeasure.

future part a

Someday, humans will have their minds transferred to healthy young bodies that have been cloned from stuff inside the human body. Aptitude tests will determine who will be the processers, lifers, controlers. The lifers basically live a recognizable life and get to do all the fun stuff included in a lifetime. The processers don't make any decisions. They keep an eye on the good bodies and snag the minds that have begun to deteriorate. The controlers have a pretty dull time too. They make sure the lifers are happy and keep an eye on the processers. The privelege of having children requires a huge work trade. Just about everybody will sleep in tight tubes and houses will be obsolete. Communal living will be the norm. Life will have very little structure. Forty hour work weeks would be a silly idea to the future if they could even understand the concept. Some people will just lay down on the grass to sleep during the night. Park Rangers will have more power than anyone. Musicians and artists will be fewer, but much better. The sun will power everything except bubble carts. Vegetarians will have large farms and incredible skill at getting high harvests with no cides. The average iq will be 410. There will be a war every thirty days but it will never last longer than five minutes and usually involve no more than two hundred combatants. By then, most people will have telepathic abilities to read parts of another person's thoughts. A favorite passtime will be two to six people spending a couple of days probing each other's mind. Division of labor, neighborhoods, and the National and American Leagues will no longer exist. Human emotions will be stronger than they are now. Emotions will be used a lot to interest others in probing. Tranportation will be in bubble carts and ownership will be a very slight concept. People will eat a lot of beans before using a cart. Human flatulence will power the bubble carts.

hi as a kite would say to sparrows

The weather outside is truly delicious. The sun rising over the fecund hills of northeast Georgia is warm and there is a wet coolness hanging half-heartedly to the air due to a day and a half of rain. It's been unnormally warm and I dig the unnormal similar to the way a byte digs electricity. So I'm just going to bang out a few more unorthodox phrases then throw my skinny body against the ever renewing rage against gravity. My concentration is low because I stayed up to five am selecting my 45 tracks for my new Finetune playa which makes really suspectible to just about any fat-bottomed girl sweeping me off my South boy feet. Do I have a hard time making decisions? Gimme a few minutes on that, Major. True, this blog descibes me as fast. Fast in action, slow in thought. Heck, I'm so fast I'll take your whole family to Wal-mart, leave you on planet Dollar General. So why don't I have that nifty player on the blog page? Heck, if I know. It is being listened to at the moment but I've "copy to clipboard[ed]" my little keys to exhaustion.
This is the first weekend since September that my little self hasn't been headed toward or standing outside a college football stadium. At the first game of the season, a skinny red-headed female who knew football sat next to me. Tell me that you love defense at a football game and I'll buy you Dairy Queen banana splits for the rest of your life. Which reminds me that last night one of the dreams about giving the head coach an earfull. Needless to say, his performance is disappointing. Nobody's perfect. So we're all just swimming around seeking out an acceptable island of imperfection to erect our broadcast towers of self on.
She doesn't even need a drummer to march. The scar beneath her eye is more about the beating her opponent took. She'll start it and she'll end it. Her path is narrow and best left clear. It hurts most of the time to reach in with intended help and end up getting cut. The first one isn't always the deepest. Maybe she is just a mean, little girl, some soulless wildcat twisting toward total destruction. Maybe she's just tuned in to a special frequency inaudible to the mass of "hand me the sign and show me the arrow." She makes the "us," "them," and "me" categories confusing. Maybe that's her purpose.

Know well what leads you forward and what holds you back, and choose the path that leads to wisdom - Buddha

Frolic

Life isn't about destroying the bad. Life is about creating good. So you and I, let's sing along with a lively band of angels and a pride of lions. I'll wear the coat of capitalism if you'll plant the azaleas, or you can wear the coat. I'd much rather dig in the dirt. I'll act sad and tragic to fulfill your need for purpose. You can school me about committment, fidelity, and honesty. There is much for me to learn. There are many things to do. We can take kids to the zoo, diagram sentences and space labs, frolic gallantlly during prime commerce hours and randomly mow lawns in neighborhoods far from where we live. Or, we could just there on the couch and watch the world unravel before our sad, tired eyes. Of course, there's no way we're ever going to do any of this stuff unless we eat a lot of this:

http://www.stonyfield.com/

Freeyum

At about eleven or twelve years old, I loved getting naked and running. Inside and around the house, outside through the woods, late at night down the street, the urge to run nude surged through my young and confused body. It was such a good feeling. It still is. Now I've always been careful not to make it a show, except when I'd had too much alcohol. People act kinda funny about seeing a nude person. So it was never about being seen and such.
Now it isn't necessarily connected, but an exceptional idea would be to let young kids get naked together. Keep the age ranges close and be very explicite about the no penetration rule. Let them lick and suck all they wanted but absolutely without exception, no baby making. Naturally, the parents would have to agree to the set-up and supervise it. Yeah, it would take a long time for people to come around to it but in the long run it would save a lot parents a world of worry. Instead of having to worry about whether or not their precious young 'uns were doing it, they could observe them first hand. The teenagers could get a lot of "stuff" out of their system, increase their emotional and physical security, and become stronger human beings to build a better society.
Yes, there is a huge potential for abuse in this situation. Of course, there would be a level of control over the exchange that would immediately "finger" the abuse which would, in turn, eliminate its possible existence. Abuse is going on now like crazy, so no one can really say that the current system is "working."
Of course, that's what college is all about.

Something that I like

The mental and physical exhiliration felt when I put my hands on a football are as powerful as sunshine when a clear day is wanted and as thorough as rain when thirsty. Football isn't the greatest sport ever created but my love for the game is complete. I respect the game. I never boo opponents or an official's call. Though I feel bad when my team loses, I always come away from a game with an appreciation for having been able to experience such a wonderful display of stategy and athleticism.
Football creates an opportunity for an individual to improve the self, through physical training and mental analysis of the game, to become stronger and tougher. Being tough is extremely important in life. Football also teaches teamwork. Teamwork is extremely important for society.
Society needs physically stronger and tougher people. It gets kinda old listening to people whine.
There are people who have played football who have done some terrible things as human beings in life. Football does not do this to people. Though I have not studied the data, there is no doubt in my mind that statistics would bear out that non-football players commit more crimes against humanity and society than football players.
I will never defend an athlete getting preferential treatment. Everyone should be responsible for making their own way in life.
This season, I've been to South Bend, Charlottesville, College Park, and Miami to see my team play. It's fun to be in a stadium with thousands of people and yelling until hoarse for a few short hours on saturdays in the fall.
As a young boy, I would listen to my grandfather's praise of Bobby Dodd. In South Bend I went to the college football hall of fame and saw Bobby Dodd's college varsity jersey. That was a beautiful moment in my life.

Inner

It's very peaceful now. After work, life is usually peaceful. Work seems to create or invite or stimulate artificial stress.