Back in Asheville as of 7:03am. Drove throught the night though I took a three hour nap at a rest stop. maybe alamance. unsure.
Vacation was fun. Always good to be with the family from the oldest (73) to the youngest (18 months). Got a good amount of time in bodyboarding, my one week of the year to do it. No marriages in the coming year but a baby. Not mine of course.
Stopped by to see an old friend in Greenville NC. He renovated a building downtown and now has a 2 finished floors and a ballroom coming in. There is a wine bar opening soon and a roof top bar in the works. Greenville is coming along slowly.
I am cleaning and unpacking. This is special for me because I don't usually do what I am supposed to do. I have more phones calls to make, the charter call went well and I plan to do a load of wash before I sleep. Hopefully I will have to room neat by then. I'm not sure if I'll nap or take a big bite of sleep tonight. A short week and then the work advance in a differnt direction to the lakehouse with the OE crew. Then maybe school. I'll hand them a check today and hopefully that will keep me under thier radar. If I am in that means comps and senior seminar. In other words study for a two day test to be taken early in the semester and then polish 20-40 pages of a novel. I've got sixty that could only be published if you slapped Ol' Bill Burroughs' name on it.
Also I get to see if I scared off a girl. I am getting better about withholding feelings and reactions but sometimes, well the better they are the more trouble I have. I'll leave it at that. I will say, though this is not the current case, that I hate the way the game seems to reward cold hearted selfish calculated behavior and punishes R/romantic thinking/actions/speech. If you play the otherside for a sucker: A winner is you! If you come to the table open and honest you really have to dance at the truth alot and not let any cards slip but hint heavily. I guess that is the way it goes but I wish it was different. Course that grass always seems when you've bought a bag of beast. I have cut back on that and may special occasion it. I have a few habits that seem to combine katamari style to form a rolling bolder of no self control. Or rather not a self control I enjoy. Or rather one I enjoy very much but debauchery has alot of costs, oppurtuntities, mornings, cash, etc. ad hoc a bit of Ol' John Wilmot to finish.
Car working well, had the hood popped through Wilson and was wierd about going over 70. Sierd in general about that but I hope it was paranoia. The 6am wake for working is my goal now. Oh and isn't it fucking lovely to see the security dilemma and the very best in geopolitics playing out now in Lebanannon. Perhaps if someone had made middle east peace a priority instead of middle east wars, perhaps we wouldn't have so many middle east wars. The real criminal here is of course Jimmy Carter. Yes if he had sent someone to rescue our hostages in Iran (ignore the people who set up and supported the brutal shah and definatly ignore the oily fingers) then we wouldn't be in this mess. Oh I almost forgot Carter sent Delta force and the plan snafued. Hmmm.
I am trying to get better at shaving for some reason.
John Wilmot
The Disabled Debauchee
As some brave admiral, in former war,
Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,
Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill;
From whence, with thoughts full of concern, he views
The wise and daring conduct of the fight,
Whilst each bold action to his mind renews
His present glory, and his past delight;
From his fierce eyes, flashes of rage he throws,
As from black clouds when lightning breaks away,
Transported, thinks himself amidst his foes,
And absent yet enjoys the bloody day;
So when my days of impotence approach,
And I'm by pox and wine's unlucky chance,
Forced from the pleasing billows of debauch,
On the dull shore of lazy temperance,
My pains at last some respite shall afford,
While I behold the battles you maintain,
When fleets of glasses sail about the board,
From whose broadsides volleys of wit shall rain.
Nor let the sight of honourable scars,
Which my too-forward valour did procure,
Frighten new-listed soldiers from the wars.
Past joys have more than paid what I endure.
Should any youth (worth being drunk) prove nice,
And from his fair inviters meanly shrink,
'Twill please the ghost of my departed vice,
If at my counsel he repent and drink.
Or should some cold-complexioned sot forbid,
With his dull morals, our bold night-alarms,
I'll fire his blood by telling what I did,
When I was strong and able to bear arms.
I'll tell of whores attacked, their lords at home,
Bawds' quarters beaten up, and fortress won,
Windows demolished, watches overcome,
And handsome ills by my contrivance done.
Nor shall our love-fits, Chloris, be forgot,
When each the well-looked link-boy strove t' enjoy,
And the best kiss was the deciding lot:
Whether the boy fucked you, or I the boy.
With tales like these I will such thoughts inspire,
As to important mischief shall incline.
I'll make them long some ancient church to fire,
And fear no lewdness they're called to by wine.
Thus statesman-like, I'll saucily impose,
And safe from danger valiantly advise,
Sheltered in impotence, urge you to blows,
And being good for nothing else, be wise.
Vacation was fun. Always good to be with the family from the oldest (73) to the youngest (18 months). Got a good amount of time in bodyboarding, my one week of the year to do it. No marriages in the coming year but a baby. Not mine of course.
Stopped by to see an old friend in Greenville NC. He renovated a building downtown and now has a 2 finished floors and a ballroom coming in. There is a wine bar opening soon and a roof top bar in the works. Greenville is coming along slowly.
I am cleaning and unpacking. This is special for me because I don't usually do what I am supposed to do. I have more phones calls to make, the charter call went well and I plan to do a load of wash before I sleep. Hopefully I will have to room neat by then. I'm not sure if I'll nap or take a big bite of sleep tonight. A short week and then the work advance in a differnt direction to the lakehouse with the OE crew. Then maybe school. I'll hand them a check today and hopefully that will keep me under thier radar. If I am in that means comps and senior seminar. In other words study for a two day test to be taken early in the semester and then polish 20-40 pages of a novel. I've got sixty that could only be published if you slapped Ol' Bill Burroughs' name on it.
Also I get to see if I scared off a girl. I am getting better about withholding feelings and reactions but sometimes, well the better they are the more trouble I have. I'll leave it at that. I will say, though this is not the current case, that I hate the way the game seems to reward cold hearted selfish calculated behavior and punishes R/romantic thinking/actions/speech. If you play the otherside for a sucker: A winner is you! If you come to the table open and honest you really have to dance at the truth alot and not let any cards slip but hint heavily. I guess that is the way it goes but I wish it was different. Course that grass always seems when you've bought a bag of beast. I have cut back on that and may special occasion it. I have a few habits that seem to combine katamari style to form a rolling bolder of no self control. Or rather not a self control I enjoy. Or rather one I enjoy very much but debauchery has alot of costs, oppurtuntities, mornings, cash, etc. ad hoc a bit of Ol' John Wilmot to finish.
Car working well, had the hood popped through Wilson and was wierd about going over 70. Sierd in general about that but I hope it was paranoia. The 6am wake for working is my goal now. Oh and isn't it fucking lovely to see the security dilemma and the very best in geopolitics playing out now in Lebanannon. Perhaps if someone had made middle east peace a priority instead of middle east wars, perhaps we wouldn't have so many middle east wars. The real criminal here is of course Jimmy Carter. Yes if he had sent someone to rescue our hostages in Iran (ignore the people who set up and supported the brutal shah and definatly ignore the oily fingers) then we wouldn't be in this mess. Oh I almost forgot Carter sent Delta force and the plan snafued. Hmmm.
I am trying to get better at shaving for some reason.
John Wilmot
The Disabled Debauchee
As some brave admiral, in former war,
Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,
Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill;
From whence, with thoughts full of concern, he views
The wise and daring conduct of the fight,
Whilst each bold action to his mind renews
His present glory, and his past delight;
From his fierce eyes, flashes of rage he throws,
As from black clouds when lightning breaks away,
Transported, thinks himself amidst his foes,
And absent yet enjoys the bloody day;
So when my days of impotence approach,
And I'm by pox and wine's unlucky chance,
Forced from the pleasing billows of debauch,
On the dull shore of lazy temperance,
My pains at last some respite shall afford,
While I behold the battles you maintain,
When fleets of glasses sail about the board,
From whose broadsides volleys of wit shall rain.
Nor let the sight of honourable scars,
Which my too-forward valour did procure,
Frighten new-listed soldiers from the wars.
Past joys have more than paid what I endure.
Should any youth (worth being drunk) prove nice,
And from his fair inviters meanly shrink,
'Twill please the ghost of my departed vice,
If at my counsel he repent and drink.
Or should some cold-complexioned sot forbid,
With his dull morals, our bold night-alarms,
I'll fire his blood by telling what I did,
When I was strong and able to bear arms.
I'll tell of whores attacked, their lords at home,
Bawds' quarters beaten up, and fortress won,
Windows demolished, watches overcome,
And handsome ills by my contrivance done.
Nor shall our love-fits, Chloris, be forgot,
When each the well-looked link-boy strove t' enjoy,
And the best kiss was the deciding lot:
Whether the boy fucked you, or I the boy.
With tales like these I will such thoughts inspire,
As to important mischief shall incline.
I'll make them long some ancient church to fire,
And fear no lewdness they're called to by wine.
Thus statesman-like, I'll saucily impose,
And safe from danger valiantly advise,
Sheltered in impotence, urge you to blows,
And being good for nothing else, be wise.