That seems a little high to me ;)
Conundrum. Tom told me his flight got in at six a.m. Monday. I got up at 5:30 today and drove up to the east terminal where I was to meet him. No Tom. I read the William Faulkner short story Barn Burning and chatted occasionally with cold security guards who were impressed with all the heavy duty cleaning equipment in the back of the van. “Looks like you’re here to work son.”
For Keri an Jen
After all my traveling I guess I needed a low-key weekend. I had dinner with Angela on Friday and we watched I Heart Huckabees, which is now in my top ten for the year.
Seth sent me a shot of the warning signs down in Dogtown Valley, as well as informing me of the name. This is the area where Jackson's is and Nick's pub as well.
Interesting: Stolen from Chris and Melissa - not what I would have ranked myself as...
In Lyndon Johnson’s 1964 Sate of The Union Address he declared war on poverty. Many have speculated that if it weren’t for the Vietnam War, great strides could have been made in eradicating poverty, but the effort is now generally considered to have been a failure. I’m not so sure that the police action undermined the effort. In a country known for waging un-winnable wars on abstract concepts like drugs and terrorism, poverty is just one more amorphous and ambiguous enemy that rocks the boat just enough to keep the other passengers in their seats. It’s a war we don’t want to win.
The thinning of the herd. I took another van load of stuff up to the mall today – it’s odd to note what’s sold. The thirst extinguisher decanter shaped like an old fire extinguisher with a music box in the base that plays How Dry I am when you pick it up, the Old Style neon light, the quilt rack, some martini glasses, the Battle Star Galactica model, and other things that I may not have noticed. We’re probably approaching two hundred for the month of Feb, which will in turn cover booth rent for March.
I took one of those career aptitude tests in high school and it told me that I had the most in common with firewatchers and florists. “Great,” I thought, “good thing I have allergies to nearly every form of growing thing.” I read a description of the fire-watching career and apparently it involves eating lots of breakfast cereal and playing video games while occasionally looking for smoke from the glass walls of your tree fort. Blah.
I'm back, but what a story to come home to. My flag is at half mast and will remain so for some time.
I spent yesterday prepping for my trip today to Wisconsin and checking in at my booth. I’ve been open a little over a week and have made $120 dollars so far. That’s an ok start if I think about it as a hobby rather than a money making proposition. I’m getting to the point where I am running out of surface area so I think I’ll just leave it for a week and hope it thins out.
Wow, did I need that. Denny’s was closed so I trucked down to Uncle Bill’s for salty ham steak and over easy eggs with hash browns. Two bites of my short stack and I was ready to go back to bed and sleep the dreamless sleep of the dead. I’ve been on edge this week and that sound slumber seems to have set me right.
I’ve been getting a lot of advice lately, good advice, on how to be in the world, what I should do next, etc. I’ve been told that I need to give myself options and I think that’s true. I’ve been told that smart and clever are two very different things. I think that is true as well. I've been told to avoid more loans at all cost and to score a 160 plus on my LSAT so I can go to UMKC for free. My random sleep schedule has me up at 3:45 am for no real reason so I am off to get breakfast at an all night place. Denny’s I guess, and then perhaps a day of laundry and job searches.
I abused caffeine today and now I am jumping out of my skin. Both of my legs are bouncing up and down in that uber-manic fidgety way and I imagine I’ll be up until three.
Leaf in a stream, drifting. Young Carlo wonders what will happen next. What can you make happen? Suddenly it seems like every restaurant in St. Louis is hiring. Is it a spring, warm day young grass thing? I think I am going to go to Wisconsin for the weekend, get in some family time, last chance to get away. Then I will return to a fabulous new job serving people cheese. I guess I am going back to restaurant work since I can’t seem to come up with anything better. Underemployed is at least employed.
Shit. Now I’m a fan boy. I’ve been reading William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition and it’s really good. I’m not going to review it as I am not into the review blogs, but I am going to wrangle with it. He drops half snippets of Yates and uses acronyms for obscure philosophies that he doesn’t explain and I am catching all these curve ball references given in shorthand. For every caught ball my brain hands out a little serotonin pleasure cookie and I am left wondering who his audience is.
Driving without directions to an unnamed restaurant in a city I don’t know well, young Carlo leaves St. Louis in his usual vaguely planned stance of winging it, trusting in the power of the cell phone to lighthouse me into port. I hadn’t fully decided to go to Kansas City until I went, packing quickly and making dog arrangements on the fly.
Whirlwind tour. Jo got in late on Saturday so instead of touring St. Louis I just took him right to the airport. I got up early and took M.B. to the airport to fly to Virginia so it was another Carlo’s airport taxi day. I got to visit both terminals.
Well, Beth and Mary met Vick and I up at Syberg’s. We had cheap well drinks, free Pizza and mustard hot wings. The band was good as cover bands go and when they quit at seven p.m. the girls had a hankering for a new scene, so we split for the Loop and regrouped at Riddle’s to catch The Rockhouse Ramblers – oh for a swing partner cause that rockabilly was happening.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm, I haven’t sold anything yet out of the mall and I am beginning to get a little worried. Maybe I should have just spent the rent money on a digital camera and gone the ebay route. Still, it does feel good to have less stuff in the house. I keep surprising myself with what I am willing to part with – which it turns out is almost everything.
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“Time for a new post.” says Jen.
Today I have become a different kind of man. Yesterday I was a buyer. I even bought the space and the time that have allowed me to become this new man. Today, with my Neon Old Style sign and my Battlestar Galactica model on display I became a dealer. I took shelves and whatnot over there, but I am still pricing my table full of detris at home. I don’t like it so far. It’s still too new and many of the people I met today were rude. They are sellers. They are trying to get more than they paid for something. It’s like this: you bought the dope, but they knew the guy who sold it and so they skimmed off you. That’s who these people I met today are – they’re lampreys on the capitalism shark. Well, it’s good for an essay or two, if not for some hard currency. Ah well, that’s me, taking the link down to the Fat Tuesday Parade.
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Today is my Father’s 73rd birthday – we just did the call – so I thought I would post this picture of an early hangout session in our Kitchen in New Guinea circa 1973.
On the advice that at this point in my life any motion is good motion – any change would be good for me - I am taking a risk. Chuck called from the antique mall to offer me another booth – his third and final offer. It is in a great location near the front of the mall. So, prorated for the short month, I now have a storefront at Treasure Isle’s Antique Mall.
At the Dukum on the second round of Boodle's Gin & Tonics... adrift in the ville. Always odd to blog from the Dukum. Awaiting the verdict which will come either tonight or tomorrow a.m. It went to the jury at seven p.m. Better to be here than many other places.
Remind me to tell you all later about my trip to Cahokia today and the venison roast I just trussed up and made a mushroom ruby port sauce for. I’m off to Kirksville tomorrow so don’t look for me at Mardi Gras.