Symbology

The symbology of turkey sausage frying in a pan turned by a spatula and not able to act upon the imagery is fraught with its own symbiotic frigidity unacted upon. Nuf sed.

Seeing is not the same as knowing.

When Irish eyes are hypermiling

There was a time, afore his nuclear stress test, not knowin’ what his heart was a’sayin’ that Lee took eternity as a given.

He danced like there was no tomorrow.

He flirted like the beautiful dame in front of him, friend or foe, male or female (fuh-MAHL-eh), was the only game in town.

He cherished the moments when Bai drove her elbow into him, sending him into a new bliss, an unexplored territory, an endorphin rush of pain that took him into un/subconsciousness, forgetting the seconds on the clock, losing himself in the foreverness of forgetfulness, her derriere pressed against his left cheek, her body pushing a knot in his muscles, not a skin ailment, into oblivion.

He danced with Kelly.  He looked at Patrick’s face for permission.  They both agreed he had the room to maneuver, to make his way out of Bai’s chamber of happy pain and into the room of traditional Irish bliss.

Karen held his hand for a brief marital instance, reminding Lee that he had a wife who wanted, not demanded, a West Coast Swing dance on a evening dedicated to the monetary support of military veterans transitioning from government to civilian work conditions.

He thought outside of time, reminding himself that the dance lessons with Bai and Stacy were two-hundred years away from his time with Guin taking care of Martian settlers intent on making a go at building a sense of community on another planet, when the difference between a naturalborn Earthling and a synaesthetic Martian was indistinguishable but recordable.

Lee passed a palm in front of his face.

He remembered Guin.

He remembered Bai.

He remembered Karen.

He remembered Kelly.

He passed through his thoughts his friends and lovers, his dance partners and academic study partners with equal aplomb.

Despite the fermented products that had passed through his system in an evening of whiskey/whisky tasting, he steadied his thoughts.

Gamma rays out of collapsed star systems equated to education systems out of whack with the times.

He separated the Zeitgeist from the poltergeists and geysers.

He dismissed comets from cupids and Donner Passes from blitzkriegs.

He pressed his palms together and calmed himself.

He removed himself from the equation.

It was not about him.

Suddenly, the room filled with light.

He saw Guin in anguished pain, concerned not only about herself but her family.

He was no longer alive.

The universe filled the room, extinguished the concept of self.

A phrase entered, saying, “Transferring from: Rick01. Do not disconnect your smartpen.”

A power setting requested permission to continue.

An Irish band disbanded for the evening.

A Martian settlement waited for the next moment.

Lee briefly reappeared, showing himself to be real, the universe part and parcel to the event.

Guin wanted support to know her place 200 years later was secure, if different.

Lee and Time agreed.

Bai nodded.

Karen slept.

The cats snored.

All was right, if only briefly.

A football team rested, its future in its hands.

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Thanks to everyone at Jackson Center; Huntsville-Madison County Public Library; Sonic; Dr. Brooke and Marjorie at Gleneagles Family Medicine; Dr. Staup, Mary, and Amanda at SE Eyecare; Dr. Pugh, Amanda and Linda at Artistic Dentistry; Abi the miracle worker massage therapist/sadomasochist/friend.

Damn! Do I have to do everything around here?!

In 2007, I decided to retire from the working world on a fulltime basis.  Or, that is, I decided to retire from a fulltime job.

Now is the time to return to the working world, as they (whoever they are) say, and get this economy rolling in its full equality thought set all over again for the very first time.

Yeah, the global economy revolves around me and I’m cool with it.

So, with all of that stuff in your thoughts, let’s get this party rolling again, the planet in balance again, and align your family’s/friends’ goals in line with mine.

Do I have to start my own business to get my business in your face?

Yeah, it looks that way.

I’m about to show you what it’s all about.

That’s just the way I operate, taking your barriers down and out for the count ’cause I don’t know what’s the matter with the walls you want me to maze my way through your amazement.

Know what I’m saying?

Doesn’t matter.

I’m here.

You’re there.

Time to get this ball rolling.

Start my own business.

Put my business in our bid’ness and make it profitable for your probability.

I want all seven-plus billion of you doin’ what I’m sayin’ not sayin’ what I’m sayin’, know what I’m sayin’?

Easy to do business with, the endless saga

Yesterday evening, I sat down in the Chan Auditorium on the campus of UAH (the University of Alabama in Huntsville) to listen to Frederiek Toney, Corporate Vice President and President, Global Ford Customer Service Division, alumnus of both UAH and Lee High School in Huntsville, Alabama.

Fred’s talk was interesting and underscored several topics of personal interest to me, which I’ll get to later on.

However, one point stood out more than the others: his emphasis on “you can’t manage a secret,” which he repeated more than once.

I agree wholeheartedly.

Ford, originally started in the United States of America, is a global competitor.

Should I be concerned about Ford’s electronics offering backdoor access to governmental agencies?  Will car owners have to sign EULAs (end user licence agreements) that state something like the following:

READ THESE NOTICES CAREFULLY. IF YOU DO NOT AGREE TO ACCEPT THESE CONDITIONS, RETURN THE VEHICLE IN ORIGINAL PACKAGING WITH ALL OTHER ITEMS INCLUDED WITH THE VEHICLE TO THE PLACE OF PURCHASE AND YOUR MONEY WILL BE REFUNDED IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE APPLICABLE RETURN POLICY OF THE PLACE OF PURCHASE.

  • IMPORTANT NOTICE: As part of Ford’s quality assurance analysis, this vehicle automatically sends anonymous, non-personally identifiable system information to Ford (and/or other entities as volunteered for or required by law) upon first approach, when the vehicle attempts to connect to an electronic network such as the Internet, and periodically thereafter.  It also automatically searches for updates for your vehicle.  Personal information may be gathered, retrieved and sent in accordance with applicable laws in your jurisdiction at any place and any time.  See details in the Ford End User Licence Agreement included with your vehicle.

The software products preinstalled in your vehicle are copyrighted products.  Please carefully read all of the licence agreements furnished with each product because it may send anonymous/personal data not only to the product manufacturer but also to Ford and/or other entities as volunteered for or required by law.

Ford and its affiliates are not responsible for the accuracy and/or use of data stored or collected about your vehicle.  Any and all disputes will be resolved through the mandatory and binding arbitration policy which went into effect the moment you expressed interest in this vehicle.