It has been awhile since I last put out something on a blog, particularly one that is mine. But in just the last 10 days I've survived the end of the world, a seemingly never ending Christmas, the fiscal end of our great country, and the firing of a football coach who won but not with the kind of style that is both fabled and fictional. Factor in that about 60 days ago I survived the end of democracy and the advent of insane (Bain) capitalism, and one could almost say that I'm on a roll, riding quite the wave. I even enjoyed greeting people by saying "today is the end of the year" as opposed to wishing a "Happy New Year."
This year is going to be different as, like MJ once sent a text, I'm back. I'm no longer muzzled by who I work for, and I'm not afraid if someone thinks they want to take a shot at me. I can hit back and I don't care if I'm that big brute pounding some little person's delicate sensibilities. My kids are now of college age so I don't have to worry about what they might think of me, or what someone else might say or write about me, or what I write. And as of today I'm not fighting or flinging any lawsuits, so at least for now there are no interrogatories to hurdle or depositions to be dashed. But its still very early in the year.
So what am I going to write? Well, there's some stuff from the hard drives of computers once deceased but now resurrected. There are a few people now fighting to stay out of jail and and few others who are awaiting their day in court, so I can talk about them. There's the greatness of big cities and the quirkiness of the little suburbs both near and far. There are small towns, farm towns, and ghost towns. There's the state, the state of the state, and counties that exhibit varying degrees of dysfunctional operations. From Apple to Facebook, from Twitter to Google, the Colonel's Tribune is not only dead but emerging from a bankruptcy that has it battered and tattered and teetering on relevancy.
Sports? Certainly, but my tone isn't so much jaded as it is a matter of having come to better understand the context of sports. Having spent weekends in Charleston, Peoria and Champaign, and various other remote locations I know how competition can be exhilarating and the pursuit of competing exhausting.
There are many other things, big and small. Some anecdotes and some passing observations, and sometimes just because.
This year is going to be different as, like MJ once sent a text, I'm back. I'm no longer muzzled by who I work for, and I'm not afraid if someone thinks they want to take a shot at me. I can hit back and I don't care if I'm that big brute pounding some little person's delicate sensibilities. My kids are now of college age so I don't have to worry about what they might think of me, or what someone else might say or write about me, or what I write. And as of today I'm not fighting or flinging any lawsuits, so at least for now there are no interrogatories to hurdle or depositions to be dashed. But its still very early in the year.
So what am I going to write? Well, there's some stuff from the hard drives of computers once deceased but now resurrected. There are a few people now fighting to stay out of jail and and few others who are awaiting their day in court, so I can talk about them. There's the greatness of big cities and the quirkiness of the little suburbs both near and far. There are small towns, farm towns, and ghost towns. There's the state, the state of the state, and counties that exhibit varying degrees of dysfunctional operations. From Apple to Facebook, from Twitter to Google, the Colonel's Tribune is not only dead but emerging from a bankruptcy that has it battered and tattered and teetering on relevancy.
Sports? Certainly, but my tone isn't so much jaded as it is a matter of having come to better understand the context of sports. Having spent weekends in Charleston, Peoria and Champaign, and various other remote locations I know how competition can be exhilarating and the pursuit of competing exhausting.
There are many other things, big and small. Some anecdotes and some passing observations, and sometimes just because.
posted by From the other side of town at 10:25 PM
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