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Month: September 2006 (Page 2 of 2)

The Switch is On, Or The Coming of Autumn

There’s something strange that happens to me once or twice a year.  It’s a perceptible switch of preferences.  The switch usually coincides with the onset and subsiding of summer, starting mid-spring and usually lasting until the Indian Summer hits. 

Sometimes, I’m surprised as I skip a cycle.  Instead of a six-month turnaround, the phases last a whole year. I don’t ever make a conscious choice about it, it just happens.  I sometimes wonder if it’s body intelligence, shifting me to something that inherently it knows I need.  That doesn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense, though, as the shifts seem to be preferential, and not necessary.  I’ve tried to wrest control of the shift, but I don’t seem to be able to affect it.  I think I’ve ruminated on this to a few of you before….

The shift looks something like this: I move from coffee (black) to tea (Earl Grey, white and sweet).  I move from Gin & Tonic to Scotch (neat).  I move from water to Coke (especially with Mexican food and pizza).  I start thinking of curling up in a blanket with a book and hot chocolate — instead of images of sun, outdoors and cool drinks.  At Starbucks, I’ll order a Hot Carmel Apple Cider instead of the usual Latté.

There are other shifts.  Salad to soup. Just a week ago, I was craving salads, fruits and vegetables.  Yesterday we had chili, and now I can’t stop craving the heartiness of meat and beans.  I can’t even think of the lightness of salad right now.  I think it has something to do with the weather.  It’s gotten a lot cooler and rainy in the last week than it has been since mid-June. Perhaps I’m more like a bear than I realize, and my body seeks out heavier, calorie-laden foods.

Maybe foods are the clothes my insides wear.

Do you have a shift this way? What cravings leave and arrive in your life this time of year?

Is Hasslehoff this generation’s Shatner?

Think about it, folks.  Cheesy, campy, self-agrandising, astonishingly sub-par musical talent, a huge, I mean huge, cult following. Amanda pointed this out to me.  I think it rings true. 

 I noticed today that a real cool looking building in town here is for sale.  It is the old baptist church building. I think you can view it on Rolanderrealty.com (or some such site).  They want 140,000.  Think about it, we could start our own artist colony, our own compound.  We could raise our kids there, safe from the world.  We could homeschool and buy all our crap at sam’s in bulk and have it delivered; shut ourselves in from the outside world while we slowly go insane! 

…but safe from what scientists will refer to as the “hasslehoff effect”, that which brought upon us the end.  With a whimper, indeed!  My whimpering, and the whimpering of billions, whimpering away in choir of whimperieness.  Or we could all just keep doing the stuff that makes us happy and pretend that hasslehoff isn’t real. Your choice, but I know he is real.  I know what he is doing.  slowly, to all of us. 

Look at the hidden messages within the video, but don’t look to long, alas you will be sucked in, too.  converted to his minions.  stay safe tonight.     

Drive Around!

Thought of you last week Peters.

On the first rainy day we’ve had in a months I was out at Stock Building Supply loading up the Performing Arts Center pickup with 4 x 4s and 2 x 12s. By the time I was finished my leather gloves were soaked through. With slimy reactivated glove sweat and grease inside my gloves and rain dripping down the back of my neck I was reminded of those days at the pipe yard.

The highlight of the morning was watching the “new kid” drive the forklift around. The kid hits a pot hole and dumps half his load in the mud. He crashes around, backs into the racks; has to climb off the forklift to adjust the load by hand. The old guys drive by pointing and laughing, coercing a rueful wave from the kid.

Ed

Ed on a Massey Ferguson; McPherson, Kansas; April 1, 1994.

Look and Feel

 

 

Okay, I’m going to shake things up a bit.  Now that we’ve hit our one-week anniversary for this project, I am going to swap design templates in and out.  It’s as simple as flipping a switch and I can revert back to this design any time.  Let’s try a new one each day and let me know which one you like best.  Comment below to vote!

Music Thursday

I thought it’d be nice to have something to listen to on the main page, to share an album or something once a week.  So here go my efforts.  If you’d like to share an album with the group, send me a burned copy or the mp3’s.  Hopefully, I can pass some of this knowledge off to everyone next time we get together so everyone can have creative control. 

Also, if anyone is interested, wearethehollowmen.com email addresses are available to whomever wants them! 

Click on the cover to start playing the album in your music player of choice!

The album for this week:

Everything All the Time 

Band of Horses | Everything All the Time

The First Song
Wicked Gil
Our Swords
The Funeral
Part One
The Great Salt Lake
Weed Party
I Go To The Barn Cause I Like The
Monsters
St. Augustine

Baxter the Phat Box

BaxterLast Friday our primary commuter car, George the Stanza, succumbed to preexisting illness on our way to work. He is repaired now with a brand new distributor and doing fine but at 160K he’ll never be that spry 84K car that he was when we bought him. So after a grueling weekend of shopping and banking, tonight we brought Baxter home.

Liz has been doing more driving for work out in the boonies of Texas so reliable transportation has become more important. We were tired of renting a car any time we went on a long trip. Furthermore Baxter gets 34 MPG which is 10 MPG better than George. Baxter has dual airbags whereas George has none.

If it sounds like I’m trying to justify purchasing a new car (that’s right, new new), I am. We don’t deserve a new car and it is sort of difficult to enjoy it as I resent needing a car at all but the fact that Baxter is iPod compatible really helps.

I know some of you may think that the Scion xB is an ugly car but you are wrong.

I am somewhere that I don’t know where I am. Simpson, H.J.

I must begin as is the ritual now with, “very interesting”. 

all the blogs so far are really, truly fascinating.  So difficult to express so much in so few words. 

I think the heart of the matter is context.  it is nearly impossible, to dissect our time, analyse it, and make conclusions which really capture all there is to be captured in the subjective experience.  A person can only write so many words to describe the indescribable, the billions of molecular-level interactions which make up any subjective experience.  Is it a bike ride, or is it a moment of zen, a time when the subconscious goes on auto-pilot, freeing the mind and body to just experience.

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Date Change?

My super will not allow me to be gone on the weekend of October 28.  I may have to work that Saturday.

Alternate dates are the weekend of October 21 or November11.

What say you?

Time

At long last, here are each of your responses to my questions about how we spend our time…

Response from J. E.:

Schedule:

5:00 alarm
5:10 out of bed, coffee and cereal
5:25 read, write, whatever
6:00 make sure Liz is up, make eggs and Liz’s tea
6:15 water plants, feed birds, tidy up, collect crap to take to work
6:25 eat with Liz
6:35 out the door!
7:20 at library, reading
8:00 at work
12:20 at library, coffee?, reading or getting books or CDs
1:00 at work
5:10 leave work
5:45 home, make tea, shower, surf internet, watch part of a movie, water plants, make supper or the like
6:30 eat with Liz
7:00 finished with supper, read, write, work in shop
9:30 in bed, light reading
10:00 lights out

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Watch out

You might get what you’re after.

feelings

In light of the recent firestorm regarding “deceptive luxuries” and “discontented idealists” I think it is important to remind all of The Hollow Men that I have only the highest respect and deepest love for each of you and I’m certain these feelings are mutual.

I hope that anything we write here will not drive a wedge between us but serve to build and maintain our friendship through the days that we are unable to be together.

If I come off as rude in my posts and replies it is due only to laziness. It takes me a very long time to express an idea let alone express an idea politely.

The Hollow Men have a long tradition of needling each other and instigating conflict which, for the post part, has been entertaining over the years. I hope we can continue that tradition on this blog with the knowledge that love and respect is always implied if not explicit.

I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house.

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