SPEWAGE

I'll come up w/a catchy title later. I've tried NOT to do much "live spew" into the posting boxes, it's..JUST not the way I do thing. Lessay the reason izzat I'd rather move the verbiage from my journal to the box than the other way around. I guess it really doesn't matter a whole lot. The issue is how deep I want run the string into this hole and.. well that's really about it. I could sit and let the manic fingers play for an hour or so, pretty easily. gimme another second or so to spark the MediaPlayer.. get some tunes going, y'know. Some ZZ Top, that li'l ole band from Texas.. yeah, that'll do. The MediaPlayer is a bit of a sore spot relative currently, the cd reader has kinda crashed, the device manager tells me the driver's been corrupted somehow in the past couple of days. I wouldn't mind so much but none of the touted "restore points" do any good for fixing it.. and I've had remarkably poor luck bringing a fix in from the i'net. Oh well, them's the breaks. AND, speaking of breaks.. it's Spring Break. I haven't done much for the bio, but I'll admit in this post that I'm a teacher in a public high school "deep in the 'hood." Oh, there's Bonnie Raitt! I love teaching.. I came to it rather late, I was nearly 40when I started but.. well, I'd spent 15 years getting my B.S.ed so that sorta precluded getting in much earlier. That, and I graduated w/out my teaching certificate; that took another, um, couple or three years. I made it in, tho', and it's a hoot. Sometime I'll try to run out some tales about the myriad of jobs I held and didn't before I got into the classroom.. radio, newspaper, oil patch, food service, gas stations, manufacturing.. yeah, there's a list, a long one, and I've never had a job I dreaded getting out to do! That's prob'ly not completely accurate, but that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Hmm, what's this? Cheap Trick covering Magical Mystery Tour. There are two stories I want most to tell, they're sorta twined together in what I call the personal mythology: my albatross story and the before and after of my very public meltdown. Oooh, Private Eyes.. Hall and Oates. I prob'ly ought to stop that. I prob'ly won't, but I can see how it could be confusing and annoying to a new reader like txmichele, sorry babe, it comes w/the terrtory. the point of the stream is to let it flow. the tunes are much on my mind and that puts them on the screen. I'm going to look for a graceful exit as Pat Benatar coasts thru' w/a song I don't immediately recognize. The mentioned albatross story is the one I feel compelled to tell as it gives some understanding of why I'm crazy, how crazy I am, and how long I'd been crazy before the very public meltdown. The albatross story (it's a refernce to Sam Colerige's Rime of the Ancient Mariner) also provides some insight into the state of my marriage and how THAT came to be. Woohoo!Neil Young, my MAIN man, w/Thrasher. Neil gets supplanted by Clapton while I was doing the edit run thru' the sloppy text.. which reminds me to mention my other love, editing other folks texts. Wow, another tie to the albatross and..yeah, it's kind of a large deal. Hmm, I reckon I'm going to hafta move into one of MY files and craft an accounting of the bird tale (ooooh Eurthymics!). W/a li'l bitto somethinglike luck, txmich wil be pressing for somekinda explanation of SOME of this stuff. I certainly HOPE so. Well, this has been great fun but I'm slippin' out to stress mightily about the slashettes and the yawning maw of opportunity opening tomorrow when the girls head out for Beaumont.

peace and hope
-km-