regular, unnoteworthy stuff
Hmmm....no internet access for me tonight. You know, there's isn't really any web site or blog that I'm super psyched about (except my own, maybe) but when I'm denied access to all the web sites and blogs that I don't really care about, I feel really frustrated and isolated. Go figure.
Maybe it's just as well. No real nuggets of blogging genius have popped into my head. And I have that kind of uncreative feeling where all the stuff that happened to me today just seems like regular, unnoteworthy stuff.
But in fact, I did achieve a kind of personal and professtional milestone today: I finally used a safety rope while trimming some tall oak trees. I've been climbing and trimming trees since I was 21 (on and off) and for all these years I've been doing it a half-ass, dangerous way, with no safety rope. I guess there were a few reasons I climbed free-wheeling monkey style for more than a decade: 1) no one ever taught me how to use a rope and tie a proper slip knot (not that I ever asked 2) I figured the knot was some sort of tricky thing that I'd have to play around and practice with for a while 3) I thought I was such a great "freestyle" climber that I didn't need safety gear (sort of like tough guys that won't wear seatbelts, or motorcycle helmets or condoms.)
But today when I finally tried using a rope I found that: a) I mastered the slip knot in about 30 seconds b) it was infinitely easier to climb a giant oak while tied in from the top of the tree--in fact you can swing and glide and walk across branches that you would other wise be crawling and shimmying and just plain not going on. c) And then there's the fact that if you slip and fall from a tree without a safety rope you could break your legs, your neck, or even die.
In other words, I've been climbing trees the hard and stupid way all these years. It makes me wonder how many other things I'm still doing the hard and stupid way.
And also:
I had lunch with Brian Tangelino today. We went to the KFC in Ellenton. I got the crispy strip meal, while Brian got some sort of bar-b-que sandwich. Brian said his sandwich reminded him of something he had in jail one time--which I assumed meant it wasn't very good.
I normally enjoy a crispy strip meal quite a bit, but not today. The problem was that Brian Tangelino kept blowing his nose into a napkin. By the sound of it, you could tell it was thick, viscous yellow snot. Brian kept blowing this snot into his napkin and then he just left the napkin of the table.
I was trying to dip my chicken strips into a little container of honey mustard sauce. But the honey mustard kept turning into Brian Tangelino's snot in my mind.
10:08:14 PM 
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