So It Goes (Gold Key, The Drive Home, What Are We Gonna Do Now?)
I feel that I really should be updating more than I have been. One entry in a week? That is unfair to all of you and my future self. There are so many things that I'm doing, so many things on my mind, that I really just want to write all about them so they're recorded. But I am comforted slightly in the fact that my last entry was titled "Final Countdown" because it serves as a conclusion. This entry could be the beginning of the next thing, so that's how I'll treat it.
Of course, I have to go back a few days to begin. That's how these things always work anyway. My tour for Gold Key on Tuesday morning was great. There was a really interesting British gentleman with his son, who had cool facial hair like mine. I was able to interject some information and plugged the radio station. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be an awesome tour guide so that tour made me all excited. My final accordion lesson was not very final; I decided I'm going to take accordion lessons during the third term. We're going to begin to working on oldies rock songs, something that has pumped me up immensely. Most of Tuesday was uneventful. I edited my papers and was ready to leave.
Wednesday, I packed my stuff, went to lunch and wrapped up some things. I didn't find out about the OL decisions but I can wait until I return in a week. I didn't get out early but I was not in a rush at all. I ended up leaving around 3:00 and took my time getting home. Somehow, though driving only about 65-70 miles per hour for most of the trip, I still made it home in a little over four hours. And that was with the leisurely stroll around the Pennsylvania Welcome Center, seeing a group of Jews and coal mining equipment. I absolutely love driving, especially when I'm by myself and I'm on my way home. I really do love this country's landscapes. The drive home always gives me plenty of time to think and to be happy with my life and the world.
But every bit of happiness must be tempered with some heartbreak. That came yesterday morning when I heard that Kurt Vonnegut died. I don't think most of you understand the ramifications of this, especially when coupled with the backlash against and firing of Don Imus. Not that I'm condoning what Imus said nor do I think it's acceptable commentary, but honestly, Sharpton is a dumb fuck who is handling race relations with the tact of a 17th Century slave owner. Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you should try to mold society in a positive direction instead of using people who make idiotic comments as a scapegoat to placate ignorant, shallow simpletons. But I guess there will be no more discrimination now that Imus is fired. We can all get back to learning who Anna Nicole Smith's baby's daddy is.
So Kurt Vonnegut died. I guess I feel most disappointed. Vonnegut was the guy who was telling people the truth and now he's gone. Maybe we're screwed, because that's how I kinda feel, that we've lost the guy who could guide us and keep us on track.
But there have to be other people out there who can pick up his globe and carry it along a little bit farther. I don't know who it will be. There's probably somebody out there right now doing something like what Kurt did, but there isn't, I don't think, somebody who will be the next great American writer. It may be many years before that person comes along. For right now, we'll just have to each do our part.
-Paul
Of course, I have to go back a few days to begin. That's how these things always work anyway. My tour for Gold Key on Tuesday morning was great. There was a really interesting British gentleman with his son, who had cool facial hair like mine. I was able to interject some information and plugged the radio station. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be an awesome tour guide so that tour made me all excited. My final accordion lesson was not very final; I decided I'm going to take accordion lessons during the third term. We're going to begin to working on oldies rock songs, something that has pumped me up immensely. Most of Tuesday was uneventful. I edited my papers and was ready to leave.
Wednesday, I packed my stuff, went to lunch and wrapped up some things. I didn't find out about the OL decisions but I can wait until I return in a week. I didn't get out early but I was not in a rush at all. I ended up leaving around 3:00 and took my time getting home. Somehow, though driving only about 65-70 miles per hour for most of the trip, I still made it home in a little over four hours. And that was with the leisurely stroll around the Pennsylvania Welcome Center, seeing a group of Jews and coal mining equipment. I absolutely love driving, especially when I'm by myself and I'm on my way home. I really do love this country's landscapes. The drive home always gives me plenty of time to think and to be happy with my life and the world.
But every bit of happiness must be tempered with some heartbreak. That came yesterday morning when I heard that Kurt Vonnegut died. I don't think most of you understand the ramifications of this, especially when coupled with the backlash against and firing of Don Imus. Not that I'm condoning what Imus said nor do I think it's acceptable commentary, but honestly, Sharpton is a dumb fuck who is handling race relations with the tact of a 17th Century slave owner. Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you should try to mold society in a positive direction instead of using people who make idiotic comments as a scapegoat to placate ignorant, shallow simpletons. But I guess there will be no more discrimination now that Imus is fired. We can all get back to learning who Anna Nicole Smith's baby's daddy is.
So Kurt Vonnegut died. I guess I feel most disappointed. Vonnegut was the guy who was telling people the truth and now he's gone. Maybe we're screwed, because that's how I kinda feel, that we've lost the guy who could guide us and keep us on track.
But there have to be other people out there who can pick up his globe and carry it along a little bit farther. I don't know who it will be. There's probably somebody out there right now doing something like what Kurt did, but there isn't, I don't think, somebody who will be the next great American writer. It may be many years before that person comes along. For right now, we'll just have to each do our part.
-Paul