Well, Memorial day is upon us and the siren call has sounded, so once again I'm off to the Smokies. Adam and I are heading up this evening and won't be back till Monday, hopefully with many miles under our belts. I haven't the foggiest idea why we would want any lengthy measurement of distance under our belts, but hopefully they end up there. Weather forcast: rain, sun, moon, hot, God. See y'all on the flipside.
Friday, May 28, 2004
There, on the margin of a streamlet wild
Well, Memorial day is upon us and the siren call has sounded, so once again I'm off to the Smokies. Adam and I are heading up this evening and won't be back till Monday, hopefully with many miles under our belts. I haven't the foggiest idea why we would want any lengthy measurement of distance under our belts, but hopefully they end up there. Weather forcast: rain, sun, moon, hot, God. See y'all on the flipside.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
it's beat
Now this is class I’d like to take. Check out the "celestial homework" list below that Allen Ginsberg handed out on the first day of his course as "suggestions for a quick check-out & taste of antient scriveners whose works were reflected in Beat literary style as well as specific beat pages to dig into."
Friday, May 21, 2004
back
Woo hidy. What day is it? Summer. What have I been up to? A whole lotta nothin’. Things have been sparse on this here blog because 1) the very idea of sitting in front of a computer when LIFE is all around outside abhors me of late, 2) see #1, and 3) see #1. Like today—a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon, and I’m covered in mud. Scout is too. (Mom’s patio needed pressure washing) I’m downloading a smokin’ Karl Denson show onto the computer and cooking a hamburger with honey mustard and barbecue sauce. Tonight I’m heading up to Birmingham to kick it wit ma homies, and then I’m off to Atlanta to treat Caroline to dinner for her birthday. Happy May 21st, Kelline!
Well, it has been an interesting week. I finished up exams last Friday and high-tailed it down to Georgia for my cousin Brice’s wedding. Took some ephedrine, drank a Red Bull and drove straight through nine hours. Got to the hotel at 3 a.m. and when I walked in a rowdy group of fellows invited me over for a beer. The front desk lady was nowhere to be seen. They insisted I have a beer from the pile of 4 or 5 cases they had on the table, and being tired, I accepted. We chatted for a bit, or rather, they slurred their way through some nonsense, until I suddenly realized that I knew almost all of them from my days in Montgomery. We hooted and hollered. One of the guys, Shaun Marshall, I hadn’t seen since eighth grade when he and I stole a chrome air valve off of the school tractor and bolted in terror as the tractor almost fell on us. Ah, my heady, stupid younger years.
Anyway, the wedding went off without (or with) a hitch, and everybody had a good time. Although Ray did pour a bottle of bubble soap over Brice’s head as they left, which was, well, just the sort of thing we expected. Brice better be lucky they rented a nice car to drive away in—if the Johnstons had had anything to do with it, Brice’s car might’ve ended up undriveable. I might have helped a little..
That night we all went out to Churchill’s, a hoity-toidy little bar up in Buckhead, filled to the gills with young lawyers and prima donna jet setters. Had a good time rapping with cousins Ray and Frank, did some catching up. I also found out that Ray, who lives in Dallas, is dating Miss Texas. The Miss Texas. As expected, he said she was easy on the eyes but hard to handle. I can’t even imagine.
So the next day I cruised on down to Eufaula, Alabama for a little R&R by the lake. I had a fine ol time, just chilling on the beach (or what's left of it), looking for Indian arrowheads and letting the sun soak into my library-pale skin. As I left the next day I too a few shots of some of the homes on Main Street. Eufaula's an old town.
Finally, after much peregrination, I made it to Montgomery, where I set up house out at the farm. This is where I'll be living for most of the summer. It's actually about 20 minutes outside of town in a place called Letohatchee. This is the place:
Lots of chillin, lots of fishin. Swing on by if you get a hankering for catfish and imported beer. I'll keep some on ice.
Well, it has been an interesting week. I finished up exams last Friday and high-tailed it down to Georgia for my cousin Brice’s wedding. Took some ephedrine, drank a Red Bull and drove straight through nine hours. Got to the hotel at 3 a.m. and when I walked in a rowdy group of fellows invited me over for a beer. The front desk lady was nowhere to be seen. They insisted I have a beer from the pile of 4 or 5 cases they had on the table, and being tired, I accepted. We chatted for a bit, or rather, they slurred their way through some nonsense, until I suddenly realized that I knew almost all of them from my days in Montgomery. We hooted and hollered. One of the guys, Shaun Marshall, I hadn’t seen since eighth grade when he and I stole a chrome air valve off of the school tractor and bolted in terror as the tractor almost fell on us. Ah, my heady, stupid younger years.
Anyway, the wedding went off without (or with) a hitch, and everybody had a good time. Although Ray did pour a bottle of bubble soap over Brice’s head as they left, which was, well, just the sort of thing we expected. Brice better be lucky they rented a nice car to drive away in—if the Johnstons had had anything to do with it, Brice’s car might’ve ended up undriveable. I might have helped a little..
That night we all went out to Churchill’s, a hoity-toidy little bar up in Buckhead, filled to the gills with young lawyers and prima donna jet setters. Had a good time rapping with cousins Ray and Frank, did some catching up. I also found out that Ray, who lives in Dallas, is dating Miss Texas. The Miss Texas. As expected, he said she was easy on the eyes but hard to handle. I can’t even imagine.
So the next day I cruised on down to Eufaula, Alabama for a little R&R by the lake. I had a fine ol time, just chilling on the beach (or what's left of it), looking for Indian arrowheads and letting the sun soak into my library-pale skin. As I left the next day I too a few shots of some of the homes on Main Street. Eufaula's an old town.Finally, after much peregrination, I made it to Montgomery, where I set up house out at the farm. This is where I'll be living for most of the summer. It's actually about 20 minutes outside of town in a place called Letohatchee. This is the place:
Lots of chillin, lots of fishin. Swing on by if you get a hankering for catfish and imported beer. I'll keep some on ice.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
One down, one to go
Civ pro is officially a wrap. Crim law on Friday and I'm home free. I'm off to play bocce and discuss actus reus under the summer sun.
Congratulations Dave!
I just got the word--my man Dave Williams down in Bham is engaged. This is great news. The lucky lady is an "angel" according to Dave, which means she can do the Charleston on the head of a pin. Which means Dave's a lucky man. I have no idea when the wedding will be but it will undoubtedly be a good one. Take a moment and send the lovebirds a congratulatory email: gratefullydave at yahoo dot com. Cheers.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
exodus
Wow. Two exams left, Civil Procedure and Criminal Law, and I will be a third of the way through this intense experience. Let praises resound from the rooftops. After all this studying of law, I’ve discovered that it should be illegal to be stuffed inside these buildings all day while it’s so nice outside. After my last exam I’m heading down to Georgia for my cousin Brice’s wedding, then off to parts unknown. I may visit Belford in Savannah. Might head to Charleston for some surfing.
As usual, I defer to Mr. Whitman:
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
Indeed. All I’m packing are my bike, my kayak, stereo, Scout and a suit. I’ll see y’all shortly.
As usual, I defer to Mr. Whitman:
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
Indeed. All I’m packing are my bike, my kayak, stereo, Scout and a suit. I’ll see y’all shortly.
Monday, May 10, 2004
meta shizzle
Being an html amateur, I was sufficiently impressed with some of blogger's new templates. The Profile business is a little hokey, but I may get used to it. Comments will emerge, as will other stuff. It's all about style over content right now.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
gee thanks, Jim
Alright people, It's time to rock the vote. We're not talking about the election here--no, it's much more important than that. The crucial issue to determine here is whether I am HOT OR NOT. Be kind, good people! My sense of self-worth hangs by a mere string.
(Update: Jim has redeemed himself. He's posted another HOT OR NOT image. No telling what people will say about that one..)
(Another update: this girl is HOT.)
(Update: Jim has redeemed himself. He's posted another HOT OR NOT image. No telling what people will say about that one..)
(Another update: this girl is HOT.)
Monday, May 03, 2004
the good ol' days
Though I shouldn't really be spending these pre-exam days reading licentious poetry, John Wilmot, the second Earl of Rochester cracks me up. Of course, you're always going to get a lot of attention when your life is described by Samual Johnson (yes, the Dr. Johnson) as "a course of drunken gaiety and gross sensuality, with intervals of study perhaps yet more criminal, with an avowed contempt of decency and order, a total disregard to every moral, and a resolute denial of every religious observation, he lived worthless and useless, and blazed out his youth and health in lavish voluptuousness." (Via the bibliovixen).
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Spring cleaning
You may have noticed that my template has changed. You also might have noticed that the page loaded about twenty times faster, too. Over time I tend to burden my pages with unneeded features and html, which slows everything down and periodically should be purged. I'll fill up the sidebar soon I imagine, but for now you can enjoy the 'lite' version. It's better for you.
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