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This is my triumphant return to the lifestyle I've always furthered and forwarded in my heart, at least, so let's blast off. The first half of my life has been incredible and the second segment will include more splendors than any Ottoman Sultan could ever have wished for in his golden repose. Anyway, fasten your laughter belt cuz you're on a collision course with wackiness.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Layer upon layer

Now and again I'm coaxed from hibernation by some element or other, like warm weather or a young pretty face, but I still feel like a few years of scales are falling away and have to be shed. These are crazy times when the west winds rip across Alabama and turn a fine day into a trial. But then I turn to the insane, random chance that is the future, Mr. Geddes, and I feel dizzy with possibilities. Chinatown to the Grateful Dead, no big surprise there. Anyway, I try to locate the proper convection currents to make things pleasant. Baseball season starting is always a good way to get that flowing, actually. Then the next thing you know the Masters are on and you're wondering how you got so far into the year already. Last week I woke up to a dead TV and instead of celebrating, I went out and bought a bigger one that hypnotizes me with its high definition and intense colours. Great. I made a pact with myself that I would not watch it very much but I haven't been very firm. Education or sports....

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Beware of the Fog

A foggy night in Georgia is very pleasant in February. Masses of air collide and we stand at fifty-seven degrees of Farenheit, dew point, which puts the humidity at ... one hundred percent!!! Now I'm able to look up through the cloud tops that rush to the east and can see stars and the waxing gibbous. Little by little the new cycle turns over and collects momentum. I feel like a child, standing in the sun for the first time. Not really, I think that's from Roxanne. I seem to have written myself into a corner here where I don't know what I'm doing so I'm looking for new winds to sweep me out of the doldrums. One of my Youtube offerings has generated some funny comments. I was somewhere near El Paso on my drive from L.A. to Atlanta last March and got sandwiched by big trucks on Interstate 10 while I was listening to Speed Racer music. The theme from the Mammoth Car started up so I grabbed the video camera and shot this:
I posted it from a motel in Scaryville, Texas which amazed me how easily I could get it online so quickly. Anyway, I begin to miss the terrors of the highway and see myself chewing on some asphalt soon.