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Ramble On - Or How I Get Through This Life[ June 2008 ] [ August 2008 ]
Ramble On - July 2008Sometimes Progress is not Intelligently PlannedJuly 17th 2008 03:58
One of my favorite quotes is
Leonardo Da Vinci accomplished amazing things. Of course, back then, there were 24 hours in a day. --Anonymous
 If I had the Chance I'd Ask the World to DanceJuly 12th 2008 01:42
Dance is the marriage of two things I love---being close with others and music. For me, dancing is the original “when soul meets body experience.” Dancing brings people together. Dancers have secrets, problems, and unknown lives. While dancing none of it matters. We can “send our representatives” to the dance floor. Even pained conversations can be distracted by a really good dance song. We can wait for someone to come along where there is not need to think about choreography, just movement that synchronizes naturally. For me.. a dance hall is the perfect venue. Where else can you get so close to a man and to so many men? Throughout my life I have been driven to dance well enough so I could intereact with all sorts of men…the handsomest, the most ordinary, the sexiest, the funniest, and many of them.
On the dance floor, dancers burn and shine so hot, no one can look at them for long. They are beautiful and dangerous, the drink and the music and the dance filling their bodies with an ecstasy that's fierce and combustible. It's a state of almost religious ecstasy. Or actually, religious ecstasy seems mundane compared to it. It's a state beyond even that--ecstasy with no definition, no guidelines, no bounds. If I could escape into it forever, I happily would
Got No Time for Spreading RootsJuly 10th 2008 02:46
When I was 8 years old, my dad bought a Country Squire station wagon—mainly for the purposes of our trips. I called it Woody (because of the faux wood paneling). We would hook up our travel trailer to it and go on the open road. We traveled to many places in that wagon— to Colorado to visit Pikes Peak, west down Highway 66 to California, north to Branson Missouri to see the Baldknobbers perform, many places along the Blue Ridge Parkway, up and down the Florida coast, and all over Texas to visit family. We traveled with grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, church groups, etc… There was no end to our rambling.
In all of these trips we visited as many kitschy places along the way that we could find. We visited the Uncle Remus Museum in Eatonton, Georgia and the World’s Largest Chair in Anniston, Alabama. We toured the Jack Daniel Distillery in Lynchburg (my mom agreed only because the county where the facility is located is dry). We went to Booger Hollow (pronounced “holler”), Arkansas, the Tick Museum in Statesboro, and Bedrock City (home of the Flintstones). Don’t be jealous…. We were there and all the while singing the tunes of my dad’s favorite country or bluegrass singers. My parents would always stop and eat “where the locals” ate. My dad believes that life is measured in greasy spoons. I loved how the sun streamed through the filmy glass walls, the surly or “sweet as pie” waitresses, and the home cooked meals. No matter where we ate my parents look on the waitresses as family. I loved how they talked in a kind of short hand. Coffee? Can I freshen that up? It was familiar, kind, and reassuring no matter where we went
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