Boy Done Pondering

This looked easy.

Well, it’s just you.

And we know why you’re here and all.

I sat in the woods for twelve hours yesterday. And I never felt better. But next time I’ll try it without the beer.

Sugaring is a mindset. And I have downloaded it.

See:

    1. Count.
    2. Ponder.
    3. Watch.
    4. Re-count.
    5. Re-ponder.
    6. Re-watch.

Dude, I think I’ve got it.

Today I became a student again. Yep, after dropping out of college with one course to go in 1986 (University of Iowa), I found myself sitting in a classroom once again today. But this time – today, that is – I was studying something far better than political science: post and beam construction.

A man I once knew approached me today. He was nervous. He fidgeted more than I like to be around fidgeting, if you know what I mean. I think he was sweating, too, even though it wasn’t hot. Not even warm, in fact. But I can’t be sure. If he was sweating, that is. Because he made me too nervous watching him be so nervous that I lost track of who was watching whom be nervous.

“Tools,” he said, plaintively. “The secret is in the tools.”

Of course.


This year’s best death-rock band is now featuring Jim Carroll, Vic Chesnutt and Mark Linkous (see Sparklehorse video below). As Carroll would sing, “ they were all my friends, and they died.” Musically speaking, they were. And they did. Damn it.

And, for some reason, this song was going through my head all day long. No, make that: All. Day. Long:

They said if you keep smiling while you say, “Vermont,” you could stay longer.

So many rules. But all in the name of: Self-love.

Note to Deb Markowitz: That opening speech was dreadful. You seem more interested in being something that someone – or many someones – wants you to be. Worse, you’re apparently not very good at being that someone. So stop. And just be yourself.

That’s all, folks.