Art is long and life is short
and success is very far off.
Notes From a Plane (Please Land)
Thousands of miles above the beach and I can hear it shouting my name already, which just isn't fair at all because with half the plane windows shuttered and folks slowly snoozing off, I can't really holler back without it being extremely uncooth. But on the flip side, maybe that's exactly what they need. But for the good of the flight, I battle the urge to scramble over the older gentleman next to me, yank the microphone off the wall and start preaching from Job about the Dangers of Complacency and the value found in consciously fraying the edges of your comfort zone. But as I peer over the back of my seat, that's the last thing these folks have in mind. They're heading to the Bahamas to go sit by the pool. Might be best they do. I'll wager a coupon for my first born child that not one of those pale Vandy gals huddled in the back can swim.... Truly, the routines of tourism are more mundane than daily life. With that thought in mind, I plan on taking full advantage of every single breathing moment offered up by this here week in the Bahamas. Every day will be chock full of high speed frolicking, fish chasing, sun worshipping and so much merryment, it'll pretty much be work of sorts. My thumbs will have burns on them from all the pages turned. I don't deserve to be sitting on this plane right now, hovering thousands of miles up over swaths of the most gorgeous blue green ocean, headed to an even prettier rock of an island for a week. Holy smokes, what in the world have I done to deserve a vacation? These are the thoughts bouncing around seat 1D. It's an exit row seat at the front of the plane, yet it still can't contain my need to take my shoes off and run like mad. For the time being, 1D has me captured and with Miami twenty minutes behind us, I turn my attention elsewhere until the islands start creeping up at the corner of the window. There's a SkyMall poking up right in front of my knees. SkyMall is hilarious. What in the world to you truly Need from that magazine? It's got a crazy variety of shameless Wants though for sure and if you're not careful, the longer you're stuck on the plane, the more necessary all those things in that magazine seemingly become.....Ahhhhh yes an authentic Lord of the Rings Broadsword, in a specialty velour case would make a great birthday present indeed. Diamond carved crystal Star Wars Chess Set? Absolutely. Robot Vaccum cleaner? A must. Granite Pelican shaped Garden Fountain? My mom would absolutely love that. Gotta think about Dad too. Hand signed autographed game helmet from the 1965 Super Bowl champions? Absolutely....
Do you foul the president when you play him in pickup basketball? What would be the implications of the headup of another country seeing the President of the United States on crutches or in a wheelchair? What if he had to cancel a official visit to Central America, for example, all because you wanted to have him on locks on afternoon?
Okay for now. More on the way. Y'all need to rag me in every rude way, shape, or form when i don't write on here for a while. But never fear because here's the most happiest song ever. Try not to dance, I dare you.
Temper Trap- Resurrection (Penguin Prison Remix)