March 2006

When you are either controlled by or fear absolutes, you have absolutely lost control.

Missouri has a bunch of hills and trees. I-44 found me thinking of Deliverance and hoping my truck wouldn’t fail.

I ended up with about 1800 miles this week. It felt so good to get out of the area for a while.

Hey everyone,

I had a free moment so I decided I would recommend a CD. I just purchased and listened to Gram Parsons & the Fallen Angels Live 1973. It is a recording of a live radio broadcast they did that year in New York. For anyone claiming to be a country-rock music fan, this is a must own. Parsons is credited, along with featured bandmate Emmylou Harris and contemporary Neil Young, with forming the alternative country movement in the late 60’s and early 70’s. Tragically, Parsons died of an overdose later the year of this CD. Check it out.

g

When the Stars Go Blue is a Tim McGraw song???

Wrong.

Try my hero Ryan Adams. He wrote it back in 2000 and it was on Gold.

It is a great song. I can’t believe Timmy is screwing it up.

peace out, g’s out

Hi….

Just made one of the coolest analogies of current popular rock music.

"It is like professional wrestling. People know its fake but they still go to see what happens."

Sounds like some others I know.

g

I have never been one for wild women in bikinis or the sun and fun of spring break so many seem to make an annual event but this is ridiculous.

Let’s start with the weather in Kansas. Snow, ice, sleet, rain and highs for the past four days in the low 40’s.

Let’s continue with what I have been doing for spring break. For some reason, I decided it would be a good idea to become National Board Certified for Teaching. The 48 page portfolio is due on March 31st. I have not left the house, expcept to take the trash to the curb once, since Sunday morning. These walls man. These walls.

I never wear sweat pants. I have worn them for four straight days now.

Showers are optional.

Let’s finish with the fact that I am about halfway through this process and also about halfway through Spring Break.

I am going to the jar store in my sweat pants. I heard they were selling spring break in a bottle.

Better watch out, that sounds like a title to the next pop country hit…going to spring break in my sweat pants…I just sold (out) the rights to Kenny Chesney.

g

8:00am report for marketing class to have a pep talk and listen to war stories
11:30am break for 90 minutes to login with VPN to work
1:00pm report for ethics class, taught by an auctioneer claiming how he bids on behalf of the seller or himself without disclosing to the buyers where the bid is coming from and disagreeing how there is any ethical issue involved
5:00pm leave for dinner, driving several other big auctioneers
7:30pm leave Scotty’s Brewpub by foot for pickup
7:35pm discover no pickup, look for phone number under "towing enforced at all hours" sign
8:30pm drive pickup home from wrecker impound yard, after paying $125
8:45pm sit down, late for meeting with rock star auctioneer planning to form Nevada Auctioneers Association, soon to be joined by NAA president
10:45pm leave for Nick’s bar
11:00pm meet Jesse Meeks and begin playing pool
11:30pm see hot, drunk girl at her 21st birthday party
11:45pm think about the danger in which the birthday girl finds herself
11:50pm think about sisters
1:40pm finish pool, watch birthday girl leave with friends who may or may not take care of her
2:00pm arrive back to Indiana University Memorial Union with Jesse
2:10pm begin watching West Wing, season 5, episode 3
2:15pm enter log

Tomorrow I bail on the CAI fun auction to head for Indianapolis to see Jack Christy’s auction. Jack’s a good guy. He taught my CES class in Overland Park. I look forward to seeing Christy’s auction.

Hello from Indiana
Long way from home
Big campus
Big union

Long drive to get here
Stopped in St. Louis to see Kyle D.
Got lost
Somewhere after the "over the river" part
Before the woods

Chilln, watching Al Franken on the Colbert Report
Finally sorting some old emails
And some old friends

We had a class on listening yesterday
Residential real estate at auction was this morning’s seminar
How to write auction proposals was this afternoon
The best auction educational program in the world
And they’re teaching some wrong concepts
Who am I to tell an old, rich auctioneer that he’s wrong?

Yesterday I walked to campus. Down the street of life, only death remained. Garbage sacks full of the evidence from the past week of pre spring break parties littered the lawns. Doors were shut. Lights were off. I imagined walking through a town where everyone had magically disappeared. They were gone.

The guys on that had invented a game in the front lawn the other day were gone. So too were there bottles of beer, fence posts, frisbees, stereo, and jubilant moods. A few shards of glass remained as a testament of what had happened there.

It was nice to walk to campus and not see anyone. Nobody had to pretend to be busy so as not to talk to me.

I liked driving across town this morning without fearing for my life at every intersection.

The restaraunt was only reasonably busy for breakfast.

Is it summer yet?

I drive by you everyday when I can’t hide
Another deadly bend in this road
Another long night

I look over and start telling a story
But you don’t answer anymore
But you were always laughing

Every time I get in I still cry
I wait for a minute but you don’t make a sound
The radio only plays along with time
This buzzing blur in my ears, numbing my mind
Those little white crosses are all mine

Hills and grassland pass on by
Watching me drive away from you
Watching the ghost by my side

I can’t escape this world of lies
Seeing red on the yellow sign
Seeing your life floating on a river

Every time I get in I still cry
I wait for a minute but you don’t make a sound
The radio only plays along with time
This buzzing blur in my ears, numbing my mind
Those little white crosses are all mine

The reminders up and down the roads
People without one barely notice
People with one can’t see to drive

A greeting card all dressed in white
Staring up at me
Staring down at your life

Every time I get in I still cry
I wait for a minute but you don’t make a sound
The radio only plays along with time
This buzzing blur in my ears, numbing my mind
Those little white crosses are all mine

Your little white cross is what’s left of my life