So it is technically Monday morning now and as seems to be the case I’m fucking wide awake and dicking around doing things that probably could wait until later. Like uploading images into the gallery, and updating this silly little journal of mine that from what I can tell only a few people ever actually read. I have slowly been picking up this social internet stuff, getting accounts at linkedin, facebook and even twitter! I am not sure that any of this is better than good old IRC and e-mail in my screen session that I can ssh to from anywhere on the planet, but alas it seems the world is moving along.
I am finally getting over this stupid coldthing that has been messing me up over the last week which means I can stop swilling down NyQuil like it is water… which is kind of a shame, for the NyQuil coma is precious and dear, even if it makes waking up neigh on unbearable. Most of the mates at work seem to be over the hump of this latest winter menace and I think my friend Nina and her son are doing better as well, she seemed very unwell last time I saw her and the poor boy had a bit of the sniffles too. I think the best thing would be for this damned winter thing to end… if we can even call this schizophrenic season we’re having winter.
The first week of shovelglove is over and I have to admit it is a fantastic system. It hurts, it tires me out, it gets me sweating and thrashing around like a dork and yet for some reason I actually look forward to doing it. I don’t quite understand it but I feel like I am accomplishing something useful and I actually look forward to spending time doing it. Hopefully that means I will continue doing it.
And I miss my poor RX-7, sitting all alone at home. It doesn’t help that I still have another 200 or so miles left on the break in period on the new engine in the Kia. It has been very emotionally trying not getting to use the entire throttle or RPM range on the car. Nothing relaxes and de-stresses me like the sound of a lightweight engine spinning at 7000 RPMs or more. Not to mention carving freeway on / off ramps at 2x their ‘rated’ speeds. And I probably could use some of that good de-stressing.
So the plan is to spend a week in the UK this fall with some of the boys, culminating with a live Shpongle show. Should be a good time on many many many different levels, not the least of which getting to finally leave this country for a bit and see what it is like out there, elsewhere on this little blue marble we call home. I think this Mark Twain quote is sufficiently cliche’ to sum up how I feel about this:
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
–Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad (1869)
As one of my friends mjw seems to say occasionally “hope on top”.
***mernisse opens his hand, showing his soul as it sparkles and brightens.
