Braselton, Georgia, Keeps Me From You
It’s been difficult to put together a post for the past few days. I know not of what to speak (well, save Yoda-speak); while plenty of issues cloud my brain, none of them seem worthy of a journal entry. Or, at least, nothing that I’ve put together enough to merit an entry. Like I said, I have some ideas, and I even have titles for them! They include, in no particular order:
1) I Am in League with Evil. An entry in which I discuss why the pro-choice issue is one of the deciding factors in casting my vote for John Kerry. Of course I’m concerned about other social issues, the security of the country and the perception of the United States abroad, but I figure this one is the one that could create sparks here. After all, I was raised Catholic; I’ve not been confirmed (and never plan to be), but the Church is telling me that, if I use pro-choice as a deciding factor in casting my vote, I’m going to hell; might as well explore why.
By the way, donate to Planned Parenthood if you’re willing and able. I do whenever I get the chance.
2) One of Us. On the flip side of the religious coin, I’d like to write something about my enjoyment of a little TV show called Joan of Arcadia. When it first began, I thought it was going to be all Touched by an Angelish; I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the writers and producers of the show have concoted a wonderful little world in which God is actually a good guy or girl who is not going to punish us whenever we transgress. Free will and all. Unchallenged. I like it so much because it kind of goes with my own personal version of God, which includes God getting on Jesus’ case for not cleaning His room up in Heaven, playing His music loudly or not making the HHL (Heaven Hockey League) as a goaltender. Fun stuff Maynard! I know it’ll also offend, but c’mon – if God exists and He’s not relaxed and laid back but still stern with his Son, than I’ll stick to WordNerdism.
Yeah, yeah, I’ve said limited discussion on politics and religion on here, but variety is the spice of life. It’s time, I feel comfortable enough with this blog now.
3) Every Generation Throws a Hero up the Pop Charts. Ten bucks to the first person who can tell me the song this title comes from without Googling it . . . no takers? It’s from The Boy in the Bubble by Paul Simon. Graceland album for the curious. This would lead to a discussion as to why I absolutely adore Paul Simon’s music. I own close to every one of his CDs (I still lack the Songbook, bad WordNerd!). Ever since I first heard Simon and Garfunkel’s The Concert in Central Park, I’ve been hooked by every word Paul Simon has written. He’s a wise man, too. He is the one who sings, after all, “Detroit, Detroit / Got a hell of a hockey team . . .” Well. Had one hell of hockey team before this accursed lockout!
“What – you don’t love me anymore?
What – you’re walking out the door?
What – you don’t like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you . . .
You’re not the woman that I wed
You say you’re depressed but you’re not
You just like to stay in bed
I don’t need you darling Lorraine.”
Kick ass. That’s Darling Lorraine on the You’re the One album.
So that’s what’s been floating on the brain right now. Have I done anything about it, though? No. Blame one thing: Petit Le Mans.
