11.11.2005

well, alison has accused me of not blogging anything in a while. i've wanted to, but my energies are being expended elsewhere. well, five elsewheres, to be exact: the making/object side of my schoolwork, the writing/mental side of my schoolwork, writing a...a personal diary of sorts, my actual employment as a g.a. at school, and practicing guitar and banjo.

...okay. that's really boring. the worst part of blogs...so!

alison has sort of stolen my thunder. what i mean is that she's posted a weak-ass version, on someone else's blog nonetheless, of a biking story i was gonna put on here myself. what i suggest is that you check it out for yourself by taking a look at my friend kenneth's blog--alison's bit is in the comments. the only change i would offer , really, is that the actual quote was something that alison deleted from this site the other day: they actually said "hey! ride 'at bike, m**f**!"

while you're there take a listen to kenneth's band. (some of the best moments of my life have been spent playing music with kenneth--i miss him.)

to go on with the bike stuff:

many people over time have suggested that i might want to wear a helmet when i ride. this is smart, i know, but ill-informed. if one wants to truly protect themselves when riding in the south (generally, a non-bike-friendly locale) i would suggest a bullet-proof vest--or even better, full body armor. i've only hit my head once while riding, but have been hit by other things numerous times, e.g.: the leftovers of a fast food bag, a large ball of ice, something small and very hard that i couldn't identify (a bullet?), an almost entirely full can of beer, thousands of stinging/stupid words...

which brings me to this (it's a little negative, but allow me to moan a bit):

it has to do with the nature of those hurtful comments like i've gotten while merely riding a bike down the street. i ponder the need for people to do things like that, you know? i mean, those guys that said "hey, ride that bike"...what? is that all they could come up with? why did my presence on the road mean so much that they felt compelled to comment even when they didn't have something to say? the REAL question is this: what threat am i posing?

this brings me to my next "unsolicited comment" question. here goes: i've rarely had an acquaintance walk up to me and say something like "is someone paying you to wear that shirt?" or, "hey, why don't you leave that way of walking to people that can do it for real?" however, they have no qualms about saying this when i walk around singing. not even loud or anything. just kind of singing along...

they say it like it's a joke, but it hurts me. (i'm very sensitive about my singing anyway.) is there a parallel here with the biking? do people fear other people's expression that much? is it a "get-back-in-the-herd" thing? i'm just singing because i'm happy, you know?

to add a little more to this rambling post: some of you may know that i have a hard time starting in the middle of a series. like the alphabet. if i want to turn to the letter "G" in the dictionary, i usually have to sorta mumble "abcdef...g" to figure out where it is. this has been real detrimental to me in using the "nashville number system" of musical notation, by the way. i've just had to learn it by shapes, rather than letters. the reason i'm on to this tangent is because i've had to look up a few things in the dictionary to finish this post.

i'm not an atrocious speller, but not a gifted one either. for this post, i've had to look up "parallel," "herd" (!), and "acquaintance." to me, the alphabet has some misfit letters--like the misfit toys on the christmas special. these letters are j, q, v and w. xyz goes without saying, but since they all live together, they appear okay. they have thier own community.

now, i don't really have a hard time with j. it settles into its spot fairly well--mostly because of the relationship to its better cousin, the letter g. w is also okay. it lives down there with the other wierd ones. but Q? why is out there all by itself? shouldn't the alphabet really be:

abcdefg hijklmnop rstuv-v-V! wq xy and z?

have a good day.

6 comments:

Kelly Piepmeier said...

I don't think I've read anything of yours that I thought was boring. I may not understand it all, and it may cause me to think, but I don't think any of it...even just what you've been doing to keep you from blogging...has been boring to me. I'm always glad to see what's going on with you.

Love, The Mom

christiemckaskle said...

Yes, it's 100% a "get-back-in-the-herd" thing. So there's nothing personal about it (except in its expression, which ironically enough gets excruciatingly personal).

I'll never forget a fellow (at that time) secretary who almost passed out because I didn't order dessert at a restaurant when everybody else did. I wasn't showing off - I was stuffed from lunch already. I have a very healthy appetite, but I was FULL. Unfortunately that was my 2nd day on the job, and that set the tone for the rest of my time there.
And about singing, the same women once asked me on a Friday what I was doing that weekend. Normally, the answer might have been, "Grocery shopping and all the laundry I haven't done this week." But that night, I was going to sing with my husband at a friend's art show opening, so just for practice in not hiding from people like her, I told the truth. The look on her face was murderous, but she didn't kill me, so I guess that proves I was right not to hide from her?

Anonymous said...

#1. Nice. I like all this chatter of expression and fear and hiding and not hiding...I am understanding my own truths a tiny bit more. I, too, have been baffled at why!? why do people have a need to say things like "ride that bike" or honk or whistle (I'm trying to think of one of my experiences but I guess I block those things out). Oh yeah...last while taking a walk around the neighborhood Trey and I got followed by a state! trooper! Why the hell? It made me want to go home and Trey decided not to look in a store window. We weren't braking laws but yet feared! being confronted by the law. Then I realized how it reminded me of a story I read in school and that the law wants us to be afraid and just stay in our little homes and not walk around expressing ourselves. It made me want to take another lap but I was tired and went home anyway. This wasn't what I meant to post... let me bet to why I really want to post a comment. I love Christmas specialS! I love misfit toys and all their misfit songs! and Christmas! and special things!
love,
Megan

Anonymous said...

Corrections:
last NIGHT while taking a walk
BREAKING any laws
let me GET to why I really
-Megan

littledj said...

I appreciate that your feelings were hurt by the rude comments, but I just have to say that was the funniest post I've read in awhile (excepting their rudeness of course). Jeremy and I were laughing out loud reading it. I had to stop because the laptop was shaking so hard the text was blurry. We do quibble with your sentencing of the letter J to letter pergatory though. Q--okay, but J?? With its waggly tail and sassy dot/line?? (Plus, *acking off wouldn't be quite the same, says *eremy)

Walter said...

thanks, y'all

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