Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck
Been watching this show called Parenthood. I started because I have been in lust with Lauren Graham since Gilmore Girls and I like most things (couldn't take Cocoon, no matter the story) that Ron Howard gets into. The theme song during the opening credits is Dylan's "Forever Young". And it's even Dylan singing. That song is just so great. Tangled Up In Blue has it beat, and always will, but Forever Young has legs of it's own.So Appalachianist surprised me. Thrice. 1) He's still reading this, which is a shocker. 2) He mentioned Wrightsville Beach to me, which is pretty much where I grew up. In the Wilmington, NC (area) before it beccame the cool mecca for shooting CW teen dramas. And 3) He quoted from "Amber", which means he read the poems, which equates to shocker #2. Way to go App! Keep 'em on their toes.
I have been going to therapy. Not the touchy feely kind. Or maybe it is. Don't really have anything to compare. Well, I went through therapy with Tony Soprano for 6 or 8 seasons, if that counts. Anyway story long --> shorter, my mental relief valve is all stopped up. Dang, I hate to hear that. But it does explain a lot. So anyway, a lot of energy going into working on that. I am pretty resiliant, bouncy actually, so now that I see the problem, and the crux of the problem is that people don't do what I want, I should be able to tweak me brain. I asked him if I'd ever be a carefree hippie again, but he didn't answer.
Work is going great. I solidified my leadership position in our satellite office. I was meritoriously promoted to a higher pay band, moving from Technical Trainer to Sr. Technical Trainer. Yep, already ordered the business cards. I don't mind working hard, in fact I kind of like the feeling of accomplishment. But that's just it, there has to be that feeling of accomplishment.
I think our Governor, the very gumby Charlie Crist, has decided that he can't win a Senate seat as a Republican due to his inability to take a stand on principle, no matter how wrong the principle. He has not said that yet, but he gotten all backboney, whipping out the veto pen and going pure maverick on everybody in sight. It has forced him to do the right thing a few times, which may not have happened if he had kept his cushy lead over the whippersnapper Marco Rubio, who is fast blowing in from his South Florida fan base. So I think he is doing the "in your eye" samba so that in a few weeks he can announce that he has philosophical differences with both the Democrats and his own party, and therefore must (MUST!) run as an Independant. Just my guess. In other news, Alex Sink continues to run for Governor using the mesmerizingly weird strategy of, yeah, I'm running for Governor, but you can't tell I'm running for Governor. I'm in-vis-a-ble.
Drive by quoting: I’m waning on awake
Got a brand new this morning rhyme for you below. Hope I post a little more frequently than this.
Yeah, I'm posting, but you can't tell I'm posting, out
Ramblin' Ed
Grinning Crooked 16 April, 2010
I have often gone and done
what I have never meant to do
I have asked for your forgiveness
but I gave forgiveness, too
We ain't neither one been someone
that nobody ought to trust
Yeah, water flows
What's done is done
You were pretty as a picture
I still picture you sometimes
Sittiing in them roadside flowers
grinning crooked, quoting Prine
With the wind from semi-trailers
blowing back your auburn hair
Ain't ours to choose
What's there is there
If I've ever found the easy road
I could not find the ramp
If I've ever had the perfect line
I could not find a stamp
If you ever thought I wasn't
who I always tried to be
You let it slide
That's you and me
Simple is as simple does
and ever after never was
I was raised beside the swampland
you were not, and that's a plus
We ain't neither one been someone
got them stars stuck in our eyes
Truth's like a snake
and there it lies
Just like a snake
Right there it lies
I have often gone and done
what all I told me not to do
I have left behind these dirt roads
For a slippery slope or two
I have tangled up my mind
Until I twisted and I spun
That's how it goes
what's done is done
And may we stay
Forever young
(Thanks Bobby)
Ed
Cigar Tree
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 6:42 AM
5 comments:
Wow, from Riegelwood... I commented on AP's blog about holding my nose when we drove through there--I didn't tell AP of the papermill there, we'll see if he gets it. I was born in Pinehurst, NC, but when I was nine, we moved down to Wilmington (Myrtle Grove Sound area). In high school (I graduated in '75), I spent more time than advisable on Wrightsville Beach.
BTW, In the early 80s, I worked for the Boy Scouts and Riegelwood was in my territory.
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The smell was only bad when the fog held it in. Those days you had to stand in the stink for 20 min. waiting for the school bus. Otherwise, twas your neighboring communities that got the smell.
The tri-villages (Acme-Delco-Riegelwood) was small. Took all 3 to half fill a high school. Acme had a fertilizer plant, Riegelwood had the paper mill, and Delco had the high school and the diner.
I'll never forget one kid asking me, and this is a pretty accurate re-telling, "What does your dad do at the mill?" "He doesn't work at the mill." "Oh, what does he do at the fertilizer plant?" "He doesn't work there either." "Oh....long pause..... does he work?"
So there you have it. Other than the inability to live in the same mile and a half square area for my entire life, that's me.
Even on the other side of Wilmington, I can remember waiting for the bus on foggy mornings with the smell from the paper mill... I don't remember the paper mill smelling as bad as it use to. I wrote about a scoutmaster from down there in my blog a few years ago and thought you might find it interesting:
http://sagecoveredhills.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-about-roscoe-memory.html
http://sagecoveredhills.blogspot.com/2006/11/founding-fish-book-review-and-personal.html
Yep, you'll are Down Easters.
Well, you know me, keep you on your toes kind of guy...Despite everything, I get around.
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