Nice Day

Gonna take a walk and leave my phone, work and worries behind.

The Fence

Don't know which side you sit on, but I am alive. Bug has passed. Yahoo or better luck next time.

I Got A Bug

In case I don't survive the night I thought I should at least let someone know what has happened to me today. I literally caught a bug and will probably die.

Out at a hospital sight deep in Georgia, I am taking photos while they build a temporary facility to be used by the hospital as a triage unit since their original buildings were wiped out by a one minute tornado. Construction crews are everywhere scurrying to finish by tomorrow (no way) with a storm brewing in the air. Poo man came by to dump the porta stinks. Death is now in the air. I manuever to get a better shot near Johnny-On-The-Spot and get punched in the snoz with the stink. As I gasp and make an utteral sound of disgust, an object flies into my mouth and gets stuck in the back of my throat. Now I feel it moving. I don't like it. It is alive.

Trying hard to expell the creature from my neck, perhaps a young bird, I mistakenly manage to swallow the beast instead. In all reality it was probably a bug that ended belly up in my gullet, but being at a hospital site of infectious diseases and mold and mildew and decay while poo man extracts the worse of mankind collected in vats, this bug could have been munching on any or all of these items, which is now directly deposited in me.

Goodbye cruel world. See you on the other side.

Respite

I'm thinking a little Van Gough can go a long way. I've been looking at this, his last, for a while now. The bright field under the dark sky bridged by the flight of life. Diversified textures complimenting each other forming one vision. Brilliant color was the initial device of notice and the continued breath of interest. I relax in the wheatfield with crows.

Presidential Pardon Me

Kind of a weird moment. I drove by Jimmy Carter's house yesterday and saw him mowing his lawn. The only ex-president without secret service protection. He refused it. He must be a bad mutha ... shut yo mouth ...

Dare I drive by again and say hello?

Prom Again Again

After further research into the prom story from yesterday, I found an article from CNN (click for article) about the same school with the same claim of the first ever integrated prom back in 2002 that decided to segregate again in 2003. The BBC (click for article) article from 2002 made the original integration an interational story. The conclusion I've drawn from these articles is that the story is not one about racism ... but simply a story of forgetfulness.

I can't wait to slap somebody.

Prominade - Dope Si Doh

What a goofy infuriating world. I cannot believe that the lead story of the local news broadcast here in Georgia was about a high school prom. In 3 days Turner County High School in Ashburn, GA will have their FIRST EVER integrated prom. What? Did Abe Lincoln just visit me in his time machine? Ashton, am I being punk'd? Perhaps Mr. Bush should consider invading the south to further promote his charge of democracy and freedom.

Less than half of the student population have purchased tickets. Looks like the terrorists have won again.

The Lost and the Unknown

I don't know what this means in the scope of life, but I thought I would share it in order to provide a deeper insight into how I operate.

In the hotel I am all of a sudden struck ... I haven't seen my Video iPod in a while and I don't know where it is. Of course an intensive search begins, at times frantic, expecting the worst. Going through all of the drawers, behind and under furniture, counter tops, dirty clothes, the car, the trunk, and then the luggage bags. Finally, I see the pouch I keep it in AND right next to it, most unexpectedly, was a 5 oz. unopened package of Twizzlers.

I was happier to have found the bag of Twizzlers, which I completely forgot I had, more than the iPod, which I only forgot where I left it.

You're Fired

I saw some fire on my way back to the hotel so I stopped and snapped some shots. I was there before the firefighters and managed to get in a good position to take photos. As it grew more out of control and started jumping around, the fire department started to arrive. The truck with the firehose and water pump wasn't there yet so one fireman began hosing off the perimeter with a garden hose while the homeowner was pointing out new spots of flame. Kinda surreal. The lesson here is to use the tools you've got to get the job done.

3 other companies arrived to assist in fighting the blaze and they quickly contained the fire before it spread to the highway and several houses in line. It was a debris fire that spread to a field and bank of trees because of strong winds today.

Scarred

I remember when Mtv first went on the air. I watched it. Regularly. Sometimes all night! As time went on more and more bands got involved and I thought there would be no end to the music and the short movies that would be available 24 hours a day, every day. The music video. Fantastic.

Today it is like, good luck finding a music video on Music Television, Mtv. The music is sparse and what is on stinks. Programming has gone another way. Young punks screaming, rappers boasting and show after show of youngsters you want to slap. I don't care about Road Rules or Real People or Cribs or any of a hundred other shows with pretentious self promoting nobodies with hugely inflated egos minus substance and purpose. I weep for the future.

That said, I just saw the Mtv premier of Scarred. Gruesome, real, stupidos getting their rewards for acts of idiocy. I loved it! Bones sticking out, feet pointing the wrong way and open gashes galore! Catch this show right away before it gets banned. While you're at it go purchase that skateboard you always had your eye on and get rollin, dude! Don't forget the camera!

Rotten Tomatoes

I have always found Shirley MacLaine annoying. Keanu Reeves should never speak aloud. I will not watch anything with Whoopi Goldberg in it. Mel Brooks has no idea about funny. Jane Fonda and Peter Fonda are the Pauley Shores of acting. Ice Cube is not what he wishes he was, Ice-T is not as clever as he believes he is and Vanilla Ice is ridiculous (except for "Having A Roni" ... sheer brilliance!). My friend Joe Irby would make these wannabe gangstas poo real crunch berries with just his look of hello. Chevy Chase is an unfunny tragic cricket. The folks at Disney do not have one original thought. Mya Angelou should carry Mya Bucketofpoo. Larry King is E.T. and Anderson Cooper should get off of T.V. and lounge around all day is his mother's jeans and shut his flappin' yap.

All of this take out fast food and non stop soda makes me feel like the Ebert of old. I have to switch my diet or get out of Georgia.

My Bitch Rides In Back

Yup. It's Georgia. This is about 65 mph in a light rain taken with my cell phone.

Always Buy The Best, Not The Farm

I am back on the road again, this time in Cordele, Georgia - the watermelon capitol of the world (they are very proud)! You can tell how interesting a place will be by what they consider themselves famous for and by the type of road kill you pass on your journey.

In the big city it is always a cat or dog, maybe a rat or pigeon, and in Philly's case, the occasional human. The closer you go to the suburbs the spoils become squirrels and possums. Further out deer and maybe a turkey or goose. In Louisiana I've seen rotting horses in trees, a bloated cow belly up and a pig on the side of the road, squashed gators and dozens of dogs on the highway that were left to fend for themselves by irresponsible owners. Don't get me started on those that leave a pet behind in times of disaster.

Well, today I saw a fox, a couple of skunks, and for my first time ever, a coyote. I was surprised to see it without a product from ACME nearby. I suppose that's how he bought the farm, inferior merchandise.