State of the Graduate.
I had planned for a long time this long, insightful entry as my last before I left for college, but that plan melted away about twenty minutes ago in my little white Honda with nary a word goodbye. Sometimes goodbyes can be too quick.
I'm headed off to Vandy today, after a five-day battle with geographically-infested ticks and the mixed blessing that it turned out to be. I have no doubt I was supposed to stay here; these five days have been amazing, and I'd kick that 104.3 temperature all over town one more time to do it again if I had to. And then maybe stop and get filmed in a zombie movie or something.
I'm waiting for my lovely Whitemobile, Harold the Honda, to return so I can pack it. I've said my goodbyes, at least to the people I could find: hell, even Susan called me and said goodbye, and I called Laura at 1:30 in the morning yesterday (today?). If I didn't find you to say goodbye, it's not because you aren't important. It's because I'm hectic and erratic and can't keep a schedule for the life of me. Sorry; my fault! :)
Frankly, I'm ready to go. But I'm not. It's scary and exhilarating and horrifying all at once, but the nest is getting to small and I have to jump sooner or later. Might as well be now, hm?
I picked the username "astron_domine" for a plethora of reasons. Astronomy Domine was too long, for one; Pink Floyd rocks, for a second reason; and thirdly, because at the time I considered myself to be the Astronomy God Syd was singing about. I was a presumptuous little twit at the time: I'll spill a family secret and tell you that I hadn't even heard the song at the time I chose it. Since that time, so many things have happened. Mr. Barrett passed away recently, and in honor of him I was listening to this CD. The song was much colder than I remembered: Mr. Barrett was telling the exploits of a lone astronaut on his mission through space.
I think I am that astronaut. Space is big. It's fucking huge. And I'm scared shitless, balanced on that precipice, fighting the pull of Mother E for all it's worth, trying not to fall back into its trap. I have no fucking clue what to expect, and all I live on is oxygen and myth.
Sure, I'm scared. But I'm also just a little excited.
-JB
Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.
Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.
Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
Stairway scare, Dan Dare, who's there?
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters under
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters underground.
-Pink Floyd, "Astronomy Domine"
I'm headed off to Vandy today, after a five-day battle with geographically-infested ticks and the mixed blessing that it turned out to be. I have no doubt I was supposed to stay here; these five days have been amazing, and I'd kick that 104.3 temperature all over town one more time to do it again if I had to. And then maybe stop and get filmed in a zombie movie or something.
I'm waiting for my lovely Whitemobile, Harold the Honda, to return so I can pack it. I've said my goodbyes, at least to the people I could find: hell, even Susan called me and said goodbye, and I called Laura at 1:30 in the morning yesterday (today?). If I didn't find you to say goodbye, it's not because you aren't important. It's because I'm hectic and erratic and can't keep a schedule for the life of me. Sorry; my fault! :)
Frankly, I'm ready to go. But I'm not. It's scary and exhilarating and horrifying all at once, but the nest is getting to small and I have to jump sooner or later. Might as well be now, hm?
I picked the username "astron_domine" for a plethora of reasons. Astronomy Domine was too long, for one; Pink Floyd rocks, for a second reason; and thirdly, because at the time I considered myself to be the Astronomy God Syd was singing about. I was a presumptuous little twit at the time: I'll spill a family secret and tell you that I hadn't even heard the song at the time I chose it. Since that time, so many things have happened. Mr. Barrett passed away recently, and in honor of him I was listening to this CD. The song was much colder than I remembered: Mr. Barrett was telling the exploits of a lone astronaut on his mission through space.
I think I am that astronaut. Space is big. It's fucking huge. And I'm scared shitless, balanced on that precipice, fighting the pull of Mother E for all it's worth, trying not to fall back into its trap. I have no fucking clue what to expect, and all I live on is oxygen and myth.
Sure, I'm scared. But I'm also just a little excited.
-JB
Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.
Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.
Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
Stairway scare, Dan Dare, who's there?
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters under
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters underground.
-Pink Floyd, "Astronomy Domine"