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Ár nDraíocht Féin
Three Cranes
Chaos Matrix

June 23rd, 2004

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11:13 am - Apparently, I need to explain:
I want to be Norman Paperman.

I mean it. I really do.

What makes me want to be him? What has siezed me this morning?

I want to get away from everything. Drop off the face of the earth for a few days. Spend those days in the sun, or maybe in the shade hiding from it's harsh gaze.

I want to scrap the job. Scrap the time I spend doing things I don't want to do. I want a good night's sleep. I want to relax. I want to see the sunset from Mallory Square.

I want to take a lunchbreak that lasts all day.

I want to throw on my pack and walk. Up mountains, under blooming rhodedendrons, through streams and mud. I want to crush my problems with every step.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
Gonna thank my lucky stars.

I want to find myself someone who isn't interested in who I am, just in what I say I've done. I want to spend time with them for a few days, and make up baldface, bullshit lies.

I want to hear people speaking Hindi in the barbecue line.

I need time for to play.

Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says "Down there there is nothing to do"

I need a day where I wake up to a crisp morning, clear of clouds. By now, the dew has dried. There's a chill in the air, and it's freezing in the shade, but the sunlight warms the body. The only sounds are the birds chirping, and I sit on a rock sipping hot chocolate and feeling like nothing can touch me.

Billy Clyde wasn't insane, you know. In fact, I'd say he was right.

A short trip on the schooner Tiki wouldn't suck, nor would one on the SS Minnow, but we can leave the Skipper, Professor, Mr. & Mrs. Howell, and Gilligan on the docks.

I want to throw my terminal daydream into my backpack and take it wherever I go.

Maybe I could make a run down to Biloxi or Pascagoula. I've always wanted to go.

I want a date to go dancing and dining. I want to stop and say, "Damnit, the pleasure was worth all the pain!"

I swear, I smell rum right now. . . Oh, wait. Yep, it's just me.

If you're looking for a quote from me I'll be under the mango tree.

Last Sunday, I thought about renting a sailboat after the Black Bear Midsummer rite. I haven't been on water in a couple of years. I miss the wind and the spray. No one likes sailboats today, though. They're hard. You have to have skill. Who would bother with that?

I should forget the blind ambition and learn to finally trust my intuition. This cowboy doesn't belong in the jungle he's in.

I was in the airport last night (no, you may not know why), and was staring at the departure boards. I picked out a few places and thought about where I could go that night.

I think I will be in Denver next year. Maybe sometime in the spring. I don't think I can pull it off this autumn, which is when I really want to go.

I want to go to New Orleans. I want to sit in Jackson Square at midnight and drink cheap wine. I want to eat doughnuts at the Café Du Monde. I want to live on the things that excite me.

I want to call an old flame from Paris or maybe a noisy bar in Avalon, just to see how she's doing. I want to see the southern cross again, high in the sky. I remember the first time I saw it, that clear March night. It was beautiful.

It's definitely time to go home. I haven't seen my full nuclear family in a long time, almost 6 months at this point. I should be in Chicago sometime soon. Maybe more than once.

I want to go back to Boston. Next time I do that, though, will be next October. I can't make it to the Celtic Colloquium this year, but I can next year. Who knows, maybe I'll have a paper for submission.

My nomad feet came complete with wandering toes, and they're looking for an excuse to get some exercise.

I want to listen to some Benny Spellman, Doctor John, Sweet Irma Thomas, or Frog man Henry.

I want to tell the story of my original destination.

I've probably got about another 35 good years left. . . Still, it's not that long a stay. We only go around once, after all.

I want to lead, not refuse to dance.

I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose drinking fresh mango juice.

This morning's chaos working has started me thinking. Maybe we'll discuss it later. For right now, though, let's just say that there's nothing a lunch hour in the sun can't cure.

If anyone has a copy of the 1968 movie, I Sailed to Tahiti With an All Girl Crew, I'll bring the popcorn.

Pardon me. I need to go commit a little mortal sin.

It'll be good for my soul.
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: "Today's Message", -JB

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Date:June 23rd, 2004 08:18 am (UTC)
yay, i was kinda right....

i feel ya, if you end up doing it, let me know and i will drop everything to go to paradise. But, we must each have our own island, so i have an excuse to swim over and barter for coconuts.
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Date:June 23rd, 2004 08:37 am (UTC)
"Sometimes I live as if there's no tomorrow- so far, so good"
Or... (continuing the 80's movie theme), "Life moves pretty fast. If you're not careful, you might miss it."

Life's never long enough & I regret the things I didn't do far, far more than the things I did. If you want a traveling companion, let me know. If you don't, send me postcards. :)
Date:June 23rd, 2004 08:44 am (UTC)

"I'm leavin' on a jet plane. Don't know if I'll be back again..."

Amen to that. Though I wouldn't mind having the Professor on board the Minnow.
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Date:June 23rd, 2004 08:58 am (UTC)
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Date:June 23rd, 2004 09:15 am (UTC)
time to go establish that commune on a private tropical island...

A short trip on the schooner Tiki wouldn't suck, nor would one on the SS Minnow

i'd advise against the short trip on the schooner albatross, though. (random fact of the day: my dad sailed on it when he was 16.)

i hope you can figure out a way to shrug off the shackles of normal life for a while. :/
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Date:June 23rd, 2004 09:18 am (UTC)


brigantine, not schooner. *smacks forehead* anyway.
Date:June 23rd, 2004 10:45 am (UTC)
time to go establish that commune on a private tropical island...

Reminds me of Callahan's Key by Spider Robinson. The book begins with the regulars from the old place on Long Island deciding to emigrate, en masse, to Key West (in the days before it was nothing but tourist traps) via a caravan of schoolbuses that had been refitted.

This is not such a bad idea.
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Date:June 23rd, 2004 10:26 am (UTC)
Ditto to everything you said.

I did not nearly enough of everything I wanted to do before I had my kids. I don't know, I guess I thought I'd get to it "someday". Now I have even less time and definitely way less money.

I look forward and think "maybe when the kids are grown up" ... that's a helluva long time to wait ... 18 years or so, and I'll be almost 60 by then.

So go do all those things now! Pack them all in before you wake up one day and say "wow, I'm middle-aged, when did THAT happen?"

*Hands you an umbrella drink*

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