living in this mud. not a bad mud (not all the time) but muddy nonetheless (i'm always surprised that is one word: "nonetheless"). i prefer actual mud (wet dirt) to allegorical mud (people, machines, football helmets, wires, computers, phones, stacks of money, noise). my black cell phone sits beside me now as i type. its like my Star Trek communicator: its how i keep in contact as i navigate this strange world. and, yes, i used a Star Trek reference. just to give myself some credit i had to look up "Star Trek communication device" to find out what the actual term for it is (i didn't know, i knew it wasn't "transporter"). keep this tip in your brain folks, the internet is a great tool for finding out whatever you want to know about "Star Trek". its true. probably also "Star Wars".
television viewing behind me (football) and television viewing in front of me (football). i'm strapping up my boots (maybe sneakers instead) and i'm grabbing my backpack (actually a small suitcase to carry on the airplane - you know they charge to check bags now? ridiculous). and i'm heading out on that road (well, the airplane will head up into the air, gotta change planes in Charlotte) towards New Orleans. out of this metropolis (allegorical mud, NYC) and on to something new (muddy Mississippi River, hopefully it won't swell and overwhelm the levees). New York to New Orleans. stay tuned. thanks for reading.
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