It is amazing the things you “find” in your back yard. ‘Historic find’ is old garden patio
Song list for weekend travel (downloaded legally)
Hey Ya! – OutKast
White Flag – Dido
Where is the love – Black Eyed Peas
The Remedy (I Won’t Worry) – Jason Mraz
I Don’t Like Mondays – The Boomtown Rats
Blood Makes Noise – Suzanne Vega
The Loco-Motion – Kylie Minogue
Temted – Squeeze
It’s My Life – No Doubt
Wave on Wave – Pat Green
“If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?” Thomas Lowell Beddoes
You may not have heard of the rock/ska song, When I’m Stuck I Turn to Duct Tape, by the band Something To Do, but the tune, once heard, will certainly stick in the minds of listeners like duct tape on an old Chevy. The song, written about duct tape, has earned the band the first place prize, $2,500 cash, in the Rock About the Roll Contest™ sponsored by Duck® brand duct tape.
Duck Tape Club – Rock About the Roll
Scrawled in the front of a journal that I used in on a 23 state road trip after graduating from college is the quote, “The possibility that dreams can come true makes life worth living.”
I have returned to the place my printer lives after a Christmas break and I am doing a little cleaning. Trying to grow up a little, be a little more organized, trying to make those dreams come true. I have decided to touch everything that I “own”, look at it, and classifying it. Stuff is falling into three categories. 1) If my house burned down I would still miss this a year later (pictures, personal gifts, things that belonged to dead relatives) 2) Things that are useful for pursuing a dream I have 3) everything else. I am making myself get rid of (trash, sell give away) everything that is falling into category three.
Less than two years ago everything I owned fit into a car. I am amazed at what I have amassed in that short amount of time. More shocking is how much of it is just dead weight. Stuff taking up space for no real reason. Stuff that is taking up time from pursuing dreams.
I know I am happiest when I am chasing my dreams (which is much more fun than living my dreams). Every six months I need to take pause, a few deep breaths, and recommit to those dreams.
The celebration of the fact that I am old enough to remember when MTV played music videos.
Last night my folks and I drove to wedding in the northern part of the state. We drove about 110 miles up. On the way there we drove along the edge of a town of 460 people and through another town of 169 (at least that is what the signs said on the edge of town). That was it. Other than a few ranches, oil rigs, and the Rim Rock Bar there was no other signs of civilization other than the paved road we were on and the simis that blew past us going way to fast. Sometimes I forget how open Wyoming really is (and how much that open space is part of who I am). I can’t image back east being about to drive 20 miles before see another town (much less 110). One of those moments in which I knew I was back home was when I realized once again that I could see star in front of me. Not up in the sky but straight out at the horizon, stars.
And I thought having to get up at 5am and go to my father’s office before school to do my work was harsh. Teacher blinds student for not doing homework.