Monday, June 28, 2004

Weekend Ramblings:

I flew back to the home state this weekend for a famiy reunion at Whitefish Lake, in NW Montana. It was fun, except there are too many crazy women on my Dad's side of the family. There is no cure for crazy women...

I realize each time I reunite with my extended family how essential it was for me to leave the state for college...People need to be out of their element once in a while, or else they will become unknowingly trapped. People need reference points. They need to be able to say, like I can today:
"Damn, being away from my family/high school friends/hometown/home state for the last three years has really allowed me to appreciate how much they mean to me while also showing me that there are other places, other people, in the world besides those I grew up with."...Never get too comfortable...

Is it just me or do you find yourself successfully predicting the idiotically simple take home messages of Bush's speeches (which CNN helpfully places within a graphic at the bottom of the screen). Today's speech regarding the early handover of the Iraqi government: "The Iraqi People Have their Country Back." Awesome. Lets pull all our troops out tomorrow. Does this mean Al-Queda will stop beheading innocent people every other day?

I watched a bit of Ron Reagan's interview with Larry King. Seems like an alright guy. Quote that struck me (might not be exact, but I'm putting it in quotes anyway): "I remember once Bush was asked if he had consulted his father about going into Iraq. He replied by saying he had consulted a 'higher father,' in the 'Almighty'. Maybe its just me, but when someone starts justifying a war by appealing to the 'Almighty,' I get a little worried." My 2 cents: Absolutely. Does Bush honestly believe God picks sides? Read the fucking parable of The Good Samaritan for Christ's sake.

Somebody should write a book where all they do is ride public transportation and observe people. A public bus or train are a sociological goldmine. Yesterday, I was boarding The Max, which is the train that would take me from the aiport back to my apt near downtown Portland. This crazy-eyed, drunk-off-her-ass woman gets off at the aiport as I am getting on, with a bright eyed little five-year-old boy with her. She's missed her stop obviously, as she is asking everyone in sight "How do ya get to Gresham." Finally, the conductor arranges for a transit employee to meet her at the appropriate stop and escort her to the appropriate train. Meanwhile, this very pretty girl who looked to be about my age or a little older gets on the train. She has sad eyes. Girls with sad eyes always get to me. Anyway, first she sits down near me, but then recognizes that the drunk lady has a little boy, and she gets up and ventures over to the duo, sitting down next to them. She then begins interacting with the little boy, in the most beautifully soothing voice I've ever heard. She gives him a box of reses peices, she asks him how old he is. She is also very tolerant of the woman, which is more than I can say for the rest of the train-riders, or even myself. She makes sure that the two get off on the right stop, and after they leave, she sits there in deep thought...with those sad doubt with every hope that the love she has just shown might somehow just be enough to encourage that little boy to do everything in his power to break free from the very sad path that he has involuntarily fallen into. Had she done all she could? More than that. Little did she know that I was watching her actions from afar, and that I would be inpired as much as I was. Its easy to lose faith in humanity, but it only takes one person to restore that faith in a second. The girl, with her sad eyes, would soon exit the train at her own stop. Just before she got off, she turned her head toward me, gave me half of a smile, and then left both the train and, most probably, my life...She will never know that she made me feel like crying those good tears...tears like I cry when Rudy sacks the quarterback in the final scene.

Freddy Garcia got traded to the White Sox...I realize baseball's a business, but I hate it when my favorite team trades a player that I have grown to love. Freddy was a Mariner through and through. Seattle is all he's ever known as a major leaguer. He got the first Seattle win at Safeco, and I was there. I have his autograph (which I got the next day, as a matter of fact). He cried on TV after he learned he had been traded. Best of luck, Freddy. Maybe you'll come back next year. If I was GM, I'd have you back in a heartbeat.

Lastly, my computer in my room is broken, which is severely frustrating. Its gotten to the point where internet connection seems essential to my healthy existence. Is that sad? If you say no, read this post on The Success Blog.
Its long, and it rambles, but its some good shit...a lot of it coincides significanly with some of my own chaotic thoughts.

The only reason I am able to blog is that I'm at "work," a place where the most significant thing I've done all day is write this post. So it goes, I guess.

Song Lyrics of the day:

"Do you realize the the sun don't go down? Its just an illusion caused by the world spinning 'round."--Flaming Lips

"You were right about the stars. Each one is a setting sun."--Wilco


At June 28, 2004 at 4:58 PM, Blogger scribbs said...

Thanks for the shout out O; it rambles, I know, it all just came out. Anyway, the story about the girl, on the train? damn good story. I like reading it, and the thing is, it travels so fast. She helped the kid, that helped you, you wrote it, and helped me. I know a song that talks about something kinda like that. I need to listen to it again, but I'll probably say a few things about your story and the song on the ol' blog in the future. keep thinkin'.


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