Musings from “Life Is a Road” author–Daniel Meyer
Archive for February, 2010
The 2010 Clarksville Fine Arts Festival
Feb 25th
Make your plans now!
This year the 2010 Clarksville Fine Arts Festival will be Saturday, May 22, 2010, from 9:AM to 4:PM on the historic square in Clarksville, Texas.
This year’s festival is shaping up to be a great one. There will even be glass blowing demonstrations!
I’ll be there signing books and will also have original art and some prints.
Art. Music. Food. Fun. What else could you need? Come on by and see me!
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
Work-a-day World.
Feb 20th
Working this weekend…for the job…not writing, riding (other than the commute), the house etc…just working.
The only point in my being here is…that I get paid to be here.
Is that supposed to be enough?
Mundanity. New term.
Describes today perfectly.
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
No Objective Reality?
Feb 17th
A little snippet of news from the news biz…
Editor Matthew Cardinale says Springston was asked to leave APN last week “because he held on to the notion that there was an objective reality that could be reported objectively, despite the fact that that was not our editorial policy at Atlanta Progressive News.”
I’m just…boggled…
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
Most. Snow. Ever.
Feb 12th
We had a foot of snow here yesterday. That’s the most snow in a 24 hour period…ever…for this area.
Yeah, I know you northern types are sneering over your 12 foot snowbanks at us…but you have to imagine…it just doesn’t do that here. There’s not a snowplow within 200 miles.
Glad we’ve got that global warming thing going on…
Normally our crippling storms are sheer ice…inches of it…but this time it was snow. Trees are down. Some buildings, carports, and awinings have collapsed.
Fun times!
Inches of slush on the streets.
Yeah, I wimped out. I did NOT take the Valk to work this morning.
Ah well…the 450 horsepower, 7000 pound, 4×4 Dodge pick-em-up is a good ride for this.
I even found the keys!
The great part about is it…is that it’ll be gone in a day or so.
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
Sensible Shoes…
Feb 8th
Corporate dress code: Business casual.
Lobby floor: Marble.
Weather: Rain.
Manager: Wears hard-soled flats.
Result: Falls on his ass. Hurts same.
Follow up: Issues corporate wide email about using umbrella condoms, how to walk on a rug, and imperatives to immediately report wet drips to maintenance.
*facepalm*
Dude…it’s raining. Umbrellas are going to drip. Soles are going to be wet. The marble is going to be slippery.
Email is NOT going to fix the problem.
Of course that’s the world we are in now…it’s always “somebody else’s” fault. I am sorry he got hurt…I don’t wish that on anybody…but is this really some unknown person(s) fault? A person who walked in the same rain you did and then entered the building?
Try this simple solution….Wear some sensible shoes.
Food for thought.
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
What About Love?
Feb 1st
Meatloaf…says it all for us…
[Boy:]
I can’t forget the feeling of your sweat upon my skin
And the trembling of your body on the day you let me in
That happens once, only once, in a lifetime
[Girl:]
On a summer night’s surrender with nothing to lose
You were scared and so was I when I gave myself to you
It happens once, only once, in a lifetime
[Both:]
What about love that lasts forever?
What about time to see it through?
If you don’t give you just don’t get it
What about me?
What about you?
What about love that won’t say never?
When you’ve done all that you can do
If you don’t live you’ll just regret it
What about me?
What about you?
What about love?
The song is here.
She is…one of the reasons I ride…though a wanderer’s soul is a pesky thing…one benefit is that it often takes me far enough away so I can turn around and see what I have…
The depths of the feelings are hard to plumb…
And usually, I, the wordsmith…I completely fail to express it…
The passion. The drive!
Just melancholy tonight…I am a very long way from her.
And it occurs to me…shivering in the cold and the dark…that my demons don’t hunt me from the hot places in this universe…it’s not from the depths of hell they come…rather they spring from the cold places of our existence…they haunt me from the curse of winter…the coldness of some mens’ hearts…and the frozen, unchanging roads of what what some folks call “destiny.”
Hah. Destiny…There’s a thousand miles of it between us…slippery roads, icy bridges, and cold mens’ souls.
The Dragon’s full of fuel. I think it’s time to tackle it…those demons…that destiny.
But that will be subject for another story.
Life’s short.
If you don’t live you’ll just regret it…
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer