I have not been here in a while. It has nothing to do with SG. I am in Texas, taking care of the house while my family is in Cabo.
I can get all the news I need from here. I can connect with Vi, Kristina, and Ngok from here. We have our own little chat room set up. It is just not as efficient as talking to them directly. So I have a great deal of work to do.
I do have my naughty black book of names of people I would never communicate with. This book has the numbers they always answer. They will deny me three times.
They are not saints. Nor am I. Nor is anyone in this business. Dip a finger into the well of politics, dip your whole hand in. By the time your elbow is immersed, you will see it. You will see the power you can achieve, the way your words will convince others. By the time your shoulder is damp, you might as well slip beneath the surface and drown. If you pull your arm out, you still will be stained by the malignancy of politics.
Of course, I still must speak with Aisha every night. I love her, so it is not a chore. She is now 99% sure about her intended "reset" of our relationship. That sliver of uncertainty is her excuse for not telling me.
I can get all the news I need from here. I can connect with Vi, Kristina, and Ngok from here. We have our own little chat room set up. It is just not as efficient as talking to them directly. So I have a great deal of work to do.
I do have my naughty black book of names of people I would never communicate with. This book has the numbers they always answer. They will deny me three times.
They are not saints. Nor am I. Nor is anyone in this business. Dip a finger into the well of politics, dip your whole hand in. By the time your elbow is immersed, you will see it. You will see the power you can achieve, the way your words will convince others. By the time your shoulder is damp, you might as well slip beneath the surface and drown. If you pull your arm out, you still will be stained by the malignancy of politics.
Of course, I still must speak with Aisha every night. I love her, so it is not a chore. She is now 99% sure about her intended "reset" of our relationship. That sliver of uncertainty is her excuse for not telling me.
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Ah, Dallas and Houston, I assume I flew over it many times since those were spots I would tend to fly between or in and out of on trips to Amarillo or New Mexico.
I've never had a radar detector, it would be nice sometimes I admit, but with the 2nd highest gas prices in the nation right now (second to fucking Hawai'i) I don't know if I want to get my truck up that high and waste that precious resource.
Funny you mention beef jerky. The best beef jerky and pulled beef/pulled pork/pulled chicken sandwiches I've ever had was in a little shack, in the middle of fucking nowhere New Mexico. My Step-Grandfather and I would go on epic road trips (sometimes with my Grandma too, but the really long ones were usually just the two of us).
Me listening to my discman as the desert rolled by (yeah, in the era before Mp3s) or listening to his old war stories, life lessons and history of the state.
I can't remember where we were, I'd have to ask him, he may not even remember, but we pulled off onto the road and this little shack probably with no one around it for over 100 miles, maybe more and this woman there came out, and there was a small table, and maybe a stool or two in what seemed like an oversized two person outhouse at the time.
That shit was so fucking good I still remember it to this day. We brought some jerky home for my Grandma as well, and for me for the rest of the trip. I think that's one of my favorite "food" memories of all time and one that will never again be replicated, or even found.
I remember my actual grandfather lamenting the food industry when I was a kid, and when I look back now there is nothing that beats that naturally raised stuff.
Ah, the range does. Minnesota has the most in the country (along with other parts of the upper midwest), I mean more my age demographic.
Where my family is from in the "Queen City" of the North or the Original Quad Cities (to my knowledge...at least before the Iowa ones maybe some other state has a quad cities claim) you are usually elderly, or somehow in high school or playing junior college ball for like a year. There isn't really a scene for much up there, especially during the winters as most of the well known attractions close down and everyone just plays hockey or stays inside.
Scaring people is what I do...unintentionally of course.
I think the Te'o bit was more of a smokescreen with what they ended up doing. The most politically incorrect team that resides in our nations capital should thank Vikings fans for the 1987 NFC Title game.