Marc
Independence, Kansas
One. I'm like an after-school movie, quietly combing the country in search of myself through both individual experience and recovering my past. Tomorrow (and I don't mean to make light of this in any way) I get the opportunity to visit the town my grandfather (Papa) grew up in - Cherryvale, KS. I will be able to see the house that he grew up in, which still stands on Independence Ave, and I also get the chance to see my great-grandmother's and both of my great-great-grandparents' graves. I don't know about you, but I think that's an interesting experience.
Two. Another interesting experience I've had recently, which I can't believe I didn't blog about, is this -- I saw real, live, flowing lava up-close and in-person. I took a hike after I got off work in Hilo HI last week on an old lava flow which led directly to the ocean, and I got to stand within feet -- literally feet -- of lava that is still slowly spewing out of the ground, helping to continually shape the island. Maybe I didn't write about it because I couldn't, and still cannot, find words that articulate what it was like to experience it. If I had to choose just one it would be "hot".
Three. In hindsight, maybe taking my own vehicle with me this week was not the wisest choice. Not because there's anything wrong with it, besides possibly the heat shield for the exhaust pipe underneath the engine, but because mentally I'm not able to get comfortable driving my car. Every 30 or 40 minutes I'm turning off the AC and the stereo and closing the windows trying to figure out whether or not what I juts heard was a possible problem with the car. I know one other person that operates like this on long drives. My stomach has been hurting, I've been worrying myself to death over this thing. And the kicker is this -- there's nothing fucking wrong with my car. Only about another 1000 miles to drive before I'm in Chicago again, resting peacefully.
Four. Go here, read this. I did laundry with Jenn at the laundromat basically across the street from the bar. Between washing, drying, and folding we'd go back for beers and hummus. As we put our clothes in seperate dryers for the final spin, Jenn looks at me and says, "Did you see Zach Zach the Lego Maniac at the bar?" To which I replied, No. To which she said, "Huh? Didn't Annie tell you about him?" Again, No. Annie did not tell me. Jenn did not tell Annie. ZZTLM is at the bar we're humbly drinking and eating hummus at, and we didn't know about it. Turns out he walks by me as we walk back in the door. I immediately think back to Zach Zach the Super-BLARG Maniac and how he hates being called ZZTLM. I'm looking at the REAL ZZTLM! Not my friend Zach. It was the nexus of the universe.
Five. I can't help myself here. We hadn't finished our beers by the time our clothes were dry. Annie held the table as we went back, folded, and brought Jenn's hamper and my plastic hotel laundry bag back into the bar in the middle of a Sunday afternoon and finished our drinks. That's right. Set the shit at the end of the booth right in the path between the front door to the back of the bar, but not annoyingly so. Just noticeably so. ZZTLM. When Jenn told me about it there was a pause. "You better blog about that before I do," I told her. She laughed and says she had just been thinking the same thing. I truly am a nerd.
Up Next: Sportscenter; Yankee Hotel Foxtrot by Wilco; and, The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit by Sloan Wilson.
Tomorrow: Cherryvale KS. Oswego KS. St Louis MO (?). Normal IL (?). Chicago IL (?).
Independence, Kansas
One. I'm like an after-school movie, quietly combing the country in search of myself through both individual experience and recovering my past. Tomorrow (and I don't mean to make light of this in any way) I get the opportunity to visit the town my grandfather (Papa) grew up in - Cherryvale, KS. I will be able to see the house that he grew up in, which still stands on Independence Ave, and I also get the chance to see my great-grandmother's and both of my great-great-grandparents' graves. I don't know about you, but I think that's an interesting experience.
Two. Another interesting experience I've had recently, which I can't believe I didn't blog about, is this -- I saw real, live, flowing lava up-close and in-person. I took a hike after I got off work in Hilo HI last week on an old lava flow which led directly to the ocean, and I got to stand within feet -- literally feet -- of lava that is still slowly spewing out of the ground, helping to continually shape the island. Maybe I didn't write about it because I couldn't, and still cannot, find words that articulate what it was like to experience it. If I had to choose just one it would be "hot".
Three. In hindsight, maybe taking my own vehicle with me this week was not the wisest choice. Not because there's anything wrong with it, besides possibly the heat shield for the exhaust pipe underneath the engine, but because mentally I'm not able to get comfortable driving my car. Every 30 or 40 minutes I'm turning off the AC and the stereo and closing the windows trying to figure out whether or not what I juts heard was a possible problem with the car. I know one other person that operates like this on long drives. My stomach has been hurting, I've been worrying myself to death over this thing. And the kicker is this -- there's nothing fucking wrong with my car. Only about another 1000 miles to drive before I'm in Chicago again, resting peacefully.
Four. Go here, read this. I did laundry with Jenn at the laundromat basically across the street from the bar. Between washing, drying, and folding we'd go back for beers and hummus. As we put our clothes in seperate dryers for the final spin, Jenn looks at me and says, "Did you see Zach Zach the Lego Maniac at the bar?" To which I replied, No. To which she said, "Huh? Didn't Annie tell you about him?" Again, No. Annie did not tell me. Jenn did not tell Annie. ZZTLM is at the bar we're humbly drinking and eating hummus at, and we didn't know about it. Turns out he walks by me as we walk back in the door. I immediately think back to Zach Zach the Super-BLARG Maniac and how he hates being called ZZTLM. I'm looking at the REAL ZZTLM! Not my friend Zach. It was the nexus of the universe.
Five. I can't help myself here. We hadn't finished our beers by the time our clothes were dry. Annie held the table as we went back, folded, and brought Jenn's hamper and my plastic hotel laundry bag back into the bar in the middle of a Sunday afternoon and finished our drinks. That's right. Set the shit at the end of the booth right in the path between the front door to the back of the bar, but not annoyingly so. Just noticeably so. ZZTLM. When Jenn told me about it there was a pause. "You better blog about that before I do," I told her. She laughed and says she had just been thinking the same thing. I truly am a nerd.
Up Next: Sportscenter; Yankee Hotel Foxtrot by Wilco; and, The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit by Sloan Wilson.
Tomorrow: Cherryvale KS. Oswego KS. St Louis MO (?). Normal IL (?). Chicago IL (?).
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