So long, Buck

Well, as Shakespeare once wrote, man must bear his going hence. In the last few years, though, I must say, the march of time has taken dear presence after dear presence from my life. I thought about you just the other day; ah, well. We all have to go, I reckon. So long, Buck, this unread, unraised generation shore ain't who you were singin' to. Rest easy.

I reminisce

I awoke this morning murmuring the words to a song that I haven't heard in years, and this left me with a strange, nostalgic air that is hard to shake--just had to jump on the Internet and look up the lyrics to that 1975 Tanya Tucker hit, "Lizzy and the Rainman," to see maybe what Freudian mechanism was at work in my frail mind...maybe it is the positive message of the song; the magical solution to a real world problem that has left people bereft of hope--maybe the song's insistence that, if things are to get better, we have to believe in something. So, step back non-believers, or the rain will never come; someone keep that fire burnin', somebody beat the drum...look a yonder, here comes the rain.

Let it Ride

Argh. Time is still having its way with me. Finally got the web site up and running, so now that German guy can keep paying me for advertising. I still have yet to get my Jeep fixed so I can get around and visit my friends and go hang out with my brother, which is something I need to do every so often to stay sane. I was supposed to get the required parts last week, but who should show up but a representative from the Power Company (fascists) apparently me roommate had forgot to pay the power--I had to cough up abotu $400.00 bucks to avoid getting the power cut off that day. That left me kinda broke. Anyway, When I get paid again, everything should be caught up, so I can finally get motivated again. In a strange sidenote to the story, my cousin was dating this gal who has a (broken down) jeep, same make and model as mine, and she offered to give me the aforementioned part. The night prior to the whole POwer company fascisto thing, though, she came by (drunk, at 2:00 am, no less) and proclaimed that it was really me that she had wanted all along. I sent her on her way, I has have never been the low-down, chick snaking type. I figured that she just needed some sleep, anyway. I'm so noble. Sometimes.

The Republican Dream

Make a deal, any deal, as long as it makes you money.
If someone else doesn't have something, they don't deserve it, because they haven't worked hard enough. If people are unhappy with the way things are, they are obviously just wanting a handout. Or, worse, they are dreamers. If people don't agree with the government, they are guilty of treason. Never tell the whole truth, because the truth is too much for the masses. Privilege is worth preserving, at any cost, if it is your own.

This is the Republican Dream, and the reality of the Bush years!

Woe unto the next president that inherits the Bush legacy...and, moreover, woe unto the country that does the same.

Sign seen leaving Tampa

Tell me, is there balm in Gilead?

Is there a way back from here? Global warming, shrinking polar ice caps, El Nina's return; Iran pushing Nuclear brinkmanship, a war in the Mideast that threatens daily to explode into a protracted and horrific Third World War, and every ill seems to weave together in some Dune-like tapestry of St. John's Revelation. The ghost of Malthus is everywhere we look; disease, starvation, genocide, gigantic crimes against the human spirit that cry for redress and go unanswered. We all want reasons, action, in short, answers, but the man on the hill isn't giving any. And meanwhile, the sheep look up.

Unrhyw 'n hen cacha

I bleidleisio yn Gymraeg cliciwch yma?
Ai dybi dyma 'n esmwyth ach 'n debygol mo ferwina, 'n grai ddyn.

Back in Black, Baby

I have shucked off all the bad stuff. Shed my skin. I will set out toward the Southern horizon with a new perspective. Like Burroughs once wrote, have awakened in new skin, the outlook different.


Here's to the new era, and letting go of a lot of crap.

Going Down South Again

The news came today and it was official...I have been unconditionally
readmitted as a PhD candidate in good standing at a certain college down
Louisiana way. This is news, of which I have bided many months in anticiptation. So the way is no longer shut to me, as once I feared. I can go back now and be called Dr.______ by students until such a circumstance comes to be. And thanks again, ye powers, for giving me a second chance...I won't leave the bayous again until the matter is settled.

Feeling Antsy

Oh yeah I'm still working this dead end motherfucker of a job here in NEAL (North East ALabama for those mercifully and blissfully uninformed) my car is broke and things really sick, but I am slowly and patiently putting a formidable armada together, which will sally forth and lay my enemies low when the time is nigh.

Shit, I didn't get to go see my buddy Mike, I miss Mobile so badly...I missed Mardi Gras altogether this year. Bummer.

I'm not going to dwell on the negatives, though, the levelling wind is beginning to blow, and I believe that good things will be borne my way upon it. Yes, this I still believe. As the picture's story shows, a rough spot in the road...is not the end of the road. Far from it. So, to the road ahead.