Episode XXIX: After the Fall
"When I left my home, the sky split open wide
I never wanted to go back there, I'd rather have died"
-Bob Dylan, "Honest With Me"
from my journal:
11.29.07 M. and I took kayaks out into the mangrove channels yesterday. Just sat back and drifted at one point, bits of sunlight coming through the mangrove canopy. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
12.9.07 I was sitting in the school office a few days ago when Sue Ann walked in. On her way out, I told her she was very good at the game we played at recess. She smiled at me, and it was the purest smile I've ever seen. Really struck me.
12.15.07 Our conference with the people on the other islands is over now. Hadn't seen them in over a year. I'm feeling lonely right now, and I don't entirely know why. There are just too many good people in the world; I want to know them all.
12.17.07 Sometimes I wonder what piling up all this experience is doing to me.
12.24.07 "Oh, sun, beaches, and the islands in the path of the trade winds, youth whose memory drives one to despair." -Albert Camus, The Fall
Trade winds are kicking up right now. This life is too good to be true. Just a long dream.
12.27.07 Sometime around third grade I figured out that the tooth fairy didn't exist. Why would Omar get more money per tooth than me when my teeth are just as good as his? And if the tooth fairy wasn't real, I reasoned, then neither were any of her ridiculous friends: the Easter bunny, Santa, the leprechaun that my first grade teacher said we'd just missed because we were late coming in from recess, all lies. Of course, I didn't consider any of them ridiculous until after my epiphany. Only after figuring out the truth for myself did I realize the absurdity of the crap everyone I knew had been pushing on me for years.
Went to a conference on an island that was about a quarter of a square mile. Bunch of other Americans doing the same work I'm doing over here. All of us are on different islands, and I hadn't seen any of them in over a year. I don't know them as well as my family and friends in the States, but in terms of understanding this time in my life they're closer to me than anyone else ever will be.
at the office
dinner
getting some work done
I never wanted to go back there, I'd rather have died"
-Bob Dylan, "Honest With Me"
from my journal:
11.29.07 M. and I took kayaks out into the mangrove channels yesterday. Just sat back and drifted at one point, bits of sunlight coming through the mangrove canopy. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
12.9.07 I was sitting in the school office a few days ago when Sue Ann walked in. On her way out, I told her she was very good at the game we played at recess. She smiled at me, and it was the purest smile I've ever seen. Really struck me.
12.15.07 Our conference with the people on the other islands is over now. Hadn't seen them in over a year. I'm feeling lonely right now, and I don't entirely know why. There are just too many good people in the world; I want to know them all.
12.17.07 Sometimes I wonder what piling up all this experience is doing to me.
12.24.07 "Oh, sun, beaches, and the islands in the path of the trade winds, youth whose memory drives one to despair." -Albert Camus, The Fall
Trade winds are kicking up right now. This life is too good to be true. Just a long dream.
12.27.07 Sometime around third grade I figured out that the tooth fairy didn't exist. Why would Omar get more money per tooth than me when my teeth are just as good as his? And if the tooth fairy wasn't real, I reasoned, then neither were any of her ridiculous friends: the Easter bunny, Santa, the leprechaun that my first grade teacher said we'd just missed because we were late coming in from recess, all lies. Of course, I didn't consider any of them ridiculous until after my epiphany. Only after figuring out the truth for myself did I realize the absurdity of the crap everyone I knew had been pushing on me for years.
Went to a conference on an island that was about a quarter of a square mile. Bunch of other Americans doing the same work I'm doing over here. All of us are on different islands, and I hadn't seen any of them in over a year. I don't know them as well as my family and friends in the States, but in terms of understanding this time in my life they're closer to me than anyone else ever will be.
at the office dinner
getting some work doneDoing the radio show today, already have my playlist ready go. Starting with some holiday cheer and then diving into Dylan. A lot of it is his newer stuff. He's released three of his best albums in the past ten years, and his current persona is by far my favorite of his many facades--the haggard old cowboy rebel. And he's at the point where he doesn't have to affect the voice he's trying for, it's really just that gnarled and growling anymore. "Summer Days" is especially significant for me as it has been played at I think every Reds game I've been to in the past four years. The live "Cold Irons Bound" puts most modern guitar rock bands in their place. Here's the playlist...
"Santa Clause Is Comin' to Town" Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
"Things Have Changed" Bob Dylan
"Honest With Me" Bob Dylan
"I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)" Bob Dylan
"Isis" Bob Dylan
"Mississippi" Bob Dylan
"Queen Jane Approximately" Bob Dylan
"When the Ship Comes In" Bob Dylan
"Summer Days" Bob Dylan
"Spirit on the Water" Bob Dylan
"Cold Irons Bound" (live) Bob Dylan
posted by rjs at 8:13 PM
3 Comments:
So sad we missed the radio show but you did open with the #1 song of all time. Sorry about contributing to the Santa Claus debacle although I don't feel as bad after reading about the leprechaun thing. That's a new one. Picture indicates that you are clearly a hard worker while in the office ~ cool hammock or would that be your "desk" space????
Blog was worth the wait. Thx for your journal entries. Life and people are good. New example of business casual attire.
Judging from your qoute and picture, you're a fan of Bob's. Glad I stumbled across your blog.
Perhaps you're stumble into the pages of my new novel, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS.
It's a murder-mystery. But not just any rock superstar is knocking on heaven's door. The murdered rock legend is none other than Bob Dorian, an enigmatic, obtuse, inscrutable, well, you get the picture...
Suspects? Tons of them. The only problem is they're all characters in Bob's songs.
You can get a copy on Amazon.com or go "behind the tracks" at www.bloodonthetracksnovel.com to learn more about the book.
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