I was told by the great Cheryl Smithem that I should never have a category of “undetermined”, and I agree with her. So instead of that I have a “General” category. Everything that doesn’t have a defined home somewhere else belongs here. This is my grab bag.
There is something very intriguing about this song to me. Not only that, but Dawes will be here this October for the Southern Ground Music Festival. The festival, headlined by The Zac Brown Band, will include Willie Nelson, Band of Horses, Dawes and at least a few other bands. I really want to go to see Dawes and Band of Horses. Of course I want to see the rest of the artists too, but those are my biggies.
Anyway, I really like this song and the sense of longing. The sense of moving on but not giving up. Or maybe it is a sad song of not being able to let go. Lots of possibilities. You decide. And please let me know what you think.
When it hits me what she’s gone
I think I’ll run for president
Get my face put on the million dollar bill
So when these rich men that she wants
Show her ways they can take care of her
I’ll have found a way to be there with her still
When it hits me that she’s gone
I think I’ll be an astronaut
Make the moon my home and leave the earth behind
So when she steps out into the night
She’ll be facing me every time she shines
I will admit to the fact that I am a freak, possibly a throwback. Seriously! Sorry I don’t have any of my friend Andra Watkins’s great phrase turns to explain it, but my dentist will vouch for it all the same. In fact more than one of my dentists would. With each new dentist I get, not long after the examination begins the exclamation of, “Oh my word! Do you mind if I take a picture of this?” rings out.
At least one of my dentists has gone so far as to document my teeth in some “permanent record” in case my body ever needs to be identified by dental records alone. And that alone is not a prospect that has you brimming over with hope.
As it turns out though the reason for all of this excitement is because I show evidence of being exactly what I am – a meat rending carnivore. After close inspection each of my dentists has discovered that I have serrated canine teeth. All four – both top and bottom. Not only do they poke out a bit further than their surrounding teeth, but they are quite sharply scored along the back and, at least according to the very (very!) few people I have bitten over the years, do a bit more damage than the same teeth of other normal folk. As one might say, in this case, my bite really is worse than my bar.
So why I am I tell you this? Well, I am not real sure other than to tell you if I shuffle off this mortal coil please don’t let them bury the wrong person. Or bury the right person too early.
Well, I never used Posterous that much, but I do hate to see it go. It has been an easy to use platform for posting quick updates. But I suppose, too many people may feel like I do, and have just not used it enough.
My new desk is fast becoming a gathering spot for little toys. Seems the spirit of Christmas means time for fun. A dancing flower, musical slingshot reindeer and a happy winter candle holder are all just part of the fun. And let’s not even talk about the food …