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POTATOES, as Eduardo from fosters home would say. They are done and delicious. They need maybe another half hour of cooking I think before serving, but they are quite yummy as they are now, a fact confirmed by aersi.
The pre-trip funk is settling in. Granted I was in all kinds of fucked up headspace since about 4pm, but pre-trip funk on top of that? not helping.
I am reminded tonight of a True Story from the Andee files. A long long time ago, in a galaxy far away (aka freshman year), around this time of year I went home to visit, and for one reason or another, this particular trip home included a trip back to UNIS to see some friends who handn't yet graduated and check in with old teachers. An exchange with my old English teacher (Mr. Banton) whom I loved to absolute death, was particularly memorable.
Mr. Banton, I might say I loved because he was Mr. No Bullshit. He would tell it like it was and expected no bullshit from you in return. And he was funny. It was kinda like having an older, more jaded, more crazy about poetry Denis Leary as your English teacher, right down to the chain smoking. Anyway as I was sitting in his office explaining why I wasn't taking the English program at Smith... and I happened to say something about how weird it felt being weird being back there that day.
Without missing a beat, Mr. Banton replies, "Well, of course it does. You don't belong here anymore."
I won't lie, that offhand observation hit like a machete between the ribs, and is one of the reasons I didn't set foot back on UNIS campus until reunion. It was true, and I saw the sense in it, but whoo, ouch. But that was Mr. Banton for ya, he was the sort that thought a few whacks with the clue by four would toughen you up or at least be good instruction in dodging. But yeah... I'm reminded of that exchange today, realizing anew that I napalm some bridges not out of spite, but to cut myself off from a way back.... cause I don't belong on the other side anymore. And besides, life is for moving forward, not sliding back. So move forward I will continue to do.
Ugh... I don't want to leave tomorrow. Also this'll be my first big trip with Hanzo-san flying solo.... and I gotta say, I'm rather gonna miss my usual co-pilot. Ah well... a playlist with lots of Muse, Gaga and E6 oughta partially fix that.
Peace out and Happy Thankgiving, y'all. Catch ya on the flip.
The pre-trip funk is settling in. Granted I was in all kinds of fucked up headspace since about 4pm, but pre-trip funk on top of that? not helping.
I am reminded tonight of a True Story from the Andee files. A long long time ago, in a galaxy far away (aka freshman year), around this time of year I went home to visit, and for one reason or another, this particular trip home included a trip back to UNIS to see some friends who handn't yet graduated and check in with old teachers. An exchange with my old English teacher (Mr. Banton) whom I loved to absolute death, was particularly memorable.
Mr. Banton, I might say I loved because he was Mr. No Bullshit. He would tell it like it was and expected no bullshit from you in return. And he was funny. It was kinda like having an older, more jaded, more crazy about poetry Denis Leary as your English teacher, right down to the chain smoking. Anyway as I was sitting in his office explaining why I wasn't taking the English program at Smith... and I happened to say something about how weird it felt being weird being back there that day.
Without missing a beat, Mr. Banton replies, "Well, of course it does. You don't belong here anymore."
I won't lie, that offhand observation hit like a machete between the ribs, and is one of the reasons I didn't set foot back on UNIS campus until reunion. It was true, and I saw the sense in it, but whoo, ouch. But that was Mr. Banton for ya, he was the sort that thought a few whacks with the clue by four would toughen you up or at least be good instruction in dodging. But yeah... I'm reminded of that exchange today, realizing anew that I napalm some bridges not out of spite, but to cut myself off from a way back.... cause I don't belong on the other side anymore. And besides, life is for moving forward, not sliding back. So move forward I will continue to do.
Ugh... I don't want to leave tomorrow. Also this'll be my first big trip with Hanzo-san flying solo.... and I gotta say, I'm rather gonna miss my usual co-pilot. Ah well... a playlist with lots of Muse, Gaga and E6 oughta partially fix that.
Peace out and Happy Thankgiving, y'all. Catch ya on the flip.
