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and finally snippets from my travel journal
Good stuff I forgot or didn't well fit the narrative:
- There were a group of Menonites stranded in Dallas trying to get to Alberquerque. From what I overheard they were hoping to make it there by tomorrow morning.
- A man who rode most of the bus route with me was heading to LA and wearing a Buffy the Vampire t-shirt. I kept wondering what he was going that far on a bus to pursue, and thinking of lines from Screenwriter's Blues.
- A dyke who rode my busses from DC to Nashville was knitting a Hufflepuff scarf.
- And this, from waiting to reboard at Knoxville:
There's a passenger playing his guitar in line now, well, he was, now it's been passed around amongst strangers wanting to show off their blues and country skills. A man who looks like Santa Claus if he was a coal miner is singing about Jesus at the moment. He says he performs at nursing homes. "I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder and I sing my song, I sing my song to thee dear Lord." Now he's talking about having a Johnson guitar stolen from him while in a phramacy with it after his chemo. His wife bought it for him 30 years ago for $279. She's dead now, he says.
- I also made ridiculously long and detailed notes about Chess in my journal, as I was listening to it a lot, and actually got a better handle on the whole "why it doesn't work" thing. Why this is a problem I want to be able to solve at least in my head, I am not entirely sure, but there's pages of it I'll spare you all from for now.
- Finally, I can't believe that in all the weird messages and pages you all left me no one bothered to let me know that the rumours the Luhrmann Alexander film *cough, Raha, cough* had been called off indefinitely were actually BS. Anyway, I was pleased to discover that just now.
Amanda will be home shortly, at which time I believe we are going to a drinking establishment.
- There were a group of Menonites stranded in Dallas trying to get to Alberquerque. From what I overheard they were hoping to make it there by tomorrow morning.
- A man who rode most of the bus route with me was heading to LA and wearing a Buffy the Vampire t-shirt. I kept wondering what he was going that far on a bus to pursue, and thinking of lines from Screenwriter's Blues.
- A dyke who rode my busses from DC to Nashville was knitting a Hufflepuff scarf.
- And this, from waiting to reboard at Knoxville:
There's a passenger playing his guitar in line now, well, he was, now it's been passed around amongst strangers wanting to show off their blues and country skills. A man who looks like Santa Claus if he was a coal miner is singing about Jesus at the moment. He says he performs at nursing homes. "I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder and I sing my song, I sing my song to thee dear Lord." Now he's talking about having a Johnson guitar stolen from him while in a phramacy with it after his chemo. His wife bought it for him 30 years ago for $279. She's dead now, he says.
- I also made ridiculously long and detailed notes about Chess in my journal, as I was listening to it a lot, and actually got a better handle on the whole "why it doesn't work" thing. Why this is a problem I want to be able to solve at least in my head, I am not entirely sure, but there's pages of it I'll spare you all from for now.
- Finally, I can't believe that in all the weird messages and pages you all left me no one bothered to let me know that the rumours the Luhrmann Alexander film *cough, Raha, cough* had been called off indefinitely were actually BS. Anyway, I was pleased to discover that just now.
Amanda will be home shortly, at which time I believe we are going to a drinking establishment.
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Ridiculously happy.
Which is absurdist for any number of reasons.
Hi, I'm awake editing newspaper articles for a Korean newspaper. Pain. Woe.