Plan ... Fibonacci

For the last few days, I've been very aware that I am starting a whole new thing in the life of me without a backup plan. I am not known for being excessively controlling, but I do like to be aware of my circumstances and the options that are available to me should the airplane I'm jumping out of decide to blow up with my purse in it. You know?

I forget about Mother Nature. She does not care that my backup plan was about a place to live. She delivered the smack down to Nodaway County in the form of a hail storm that devastated crops; dented homes, cars and picnic tables; ripped rag top roofs on cars and soaked the floor of my former workplace.

The domino effect of which is that moving is put on hold for a bit.
Not long, just a bit. (Given the struggles that many people that I know and love have to know by name, this is hardly a tragedy for me.)

It feels like one of those "One of These Days" kind of times - you know, for when you need to go through old files, or read Tolstoy, or memorize the monasteries of Ireland in the 8th century. There's that list of extremely specific things to do that require special circumstances outside of one's control. Time that is not to be spent doing anything else, as there is not enough time for it.

I have no idea what to do with the time. My list is in a box. In a storage unit (that did not get its roof blown off, thankfully).

This is the part where my issues are the most well-defined. The part where I get too thinky and not do-y enough.

Altho, there are nine more books in the series of Durant left to read, and I've got an Eco and a Le Guin in my bag.

I miss my typewriter right now.
Something a bit more personally creative may be in order.

Anyway, best to all who are packing today!
Best to all who start back to school today!

Digital Alphabet in Stone - Dom Hans van der Laan/Autobahn 2011 from autobahn on Vimeo.

Found at Wooster Collective

Untitled from Timothy Lane on Vimeo.

Found at Subterranean Books. It's a snippet from their first Whirling Gypsy Comicarouselesque Revue & Burlesque: "Featured St. Louis graphic novelists will read their works in character while projecting the novels slide by slide. It's like story time with pictures!" (The calliope music is a bit loud, but the content is good.)

oh, that’s right - I’m having issues

So, our glorious football team (American style) lost again last weekend. Pedersen is gone (remind me to cry over a sad movie later) and Osborne is back in the stadium, although not as coach.

I have a few observations to make:
1) fair weather fans suck and it's about time the athletes starting talking back
2) heard a rumor that someone has come up with the money to buy out Callahan's contract
3) if that happens, we are the coach-for-4-years school

1) I grew up in the Chicago. The Bears won the Super Bowl one year - 1. It was in January of 1985. They beat the Miami Dolphins 64-14. The only game they lost that year was against the Dolphins. I started moving before the Bulls had Jordan. No one in my neighborhood followed hockey as loudly as they did football, and did I mention the baseball? No. You know why? Because they lose. They lose a lot. They always have and it's okay. In the long run, I am a White Sox fan. When in the position to choose a side, I root for the Sox or whoever is playing the Cubs. It's the rule. Even when they suck. Why? Because they're my team. I know nothing about stats anymore and couldn't name a player if you paid me. I would go to a game in a heartbeat and will take any White Sox merch over anyone else in an instant. Why? Because they are my team. I don't care if they lose all the time. I don't care that the way things work with the Sox is that they do really well for a while (anyone remember what year they got a pennant thing? it wasn't all that long ago) and then, they suck. The Bears used to be a 3rd quarter or 4th quarter team. They made it work. And then they won the Super Bowl. 1 year in the 10 that I lived there. It's about not hogging the spotlight. It's about the sport, not self-definition. I am, of course leaving out the part about McMahon's unmanageable ego and Ditka's perfect hair. The point is that while I love how energetic Husker fans are, I do not love how much people seem to depend on the Husker football team for their self-definition. Perhaps I am reading it wrong, but why else would someone accost an athlete who is also a college student with the kind of negativity that has been getting reported in the Whirled Herald? What kind of a person feels justified in yelling at someone on the street that they suck? (Unless you are me and it's someone you know and don't care about) I see nothing good from that, I see nothing heartening about it, I see it being destructive and if I were the Huskers, I'd pay the hotdog shooter guy to shoot loaded dogs straight at the fans who are booing from the stands. That is not how to cheer on your team. It does not show support.

2) So, you've got 5 million dollars and you want to buy out Callahan's contract, huh? I have a great idea for another option for that money - first off, though, keep your fucking mouth shut unless you want everyone in town to know about it - Lincoln is a small city, everyone knows where everyone lives and everyone knows everyone else's business. When it comes to the athletics department, particularly in times of coaching stress, this town gets smaller and people's mouths get bigger (Solich was fired for bad coaching, my ass). Take the money and buy a few homes for Friendship Home, fill them with clothes, beds, bedding, kitchen appliances, dishes, etc., hire a personal trainer, a tutor, a nurse and few policemen for each one, because for every game that the Huskers lose, more women get beaten by their husbands than when the Huskers win, and we are going to need to find a place for them and for their children when they finally have had enough of Husker fan life and have to run away.

3) What the hell is this athletics department about anyway?

Also - I weigh more than I have for about 18 months, and am somewhat distressed to find that Godiva Chocoiste dark chocolate with caramel only has 180 calories in it. The gremlins are fine and growing, although Boris is growing faster and more than Ethel who is a lemur-slinky. I swear that creature has no bones - she's all nose, claws and fur. They are both very lovey still, and Horace and Boris's relationship is calming down and is now mostly based on grooming. We'll see what happens when the nephew comes to town (toddler attack!).