These flowers are called forget-me-not, maybe he keeps some by his side.
Where
I Do Not Explain What I'm "Doing."
As of today, I'm changing the title of this thing and not
doing whatever it is I was doing
(or not doing) before.
Sometimes when I come back to Iowa--and specifically, to dad's back in McCausland—
Sometimes when I come back to Iowa--and specifically, to dad's back in McCausland—
I begin to lose track of "real life" and
"actual stuff." What day/year/month is it? Not sure.
Too many days of scrounging for food, doing nothing, and
drinking beer at the BS
seem to scramble my brain beyond its capacity to remember
facts or information.
I find myself hanging out with Grandma more, too, as my
inattention appears
to be remarkably similar in effect as her
slowly-yet-jovially creeping Alzheimer's.
"Did I already take my medication today?" One
of us said. I don't remember who.
The internet keeps me going though.
The internet keeps me going though.
There's something magically comforting in the knowledge
that, no matter how hard you might try, there is nothing original you could
think or create or do. Someone, somewhere, is already on it.
But what have I contributed to this mass of intergalactic
security? Not much, sadly. Well, not sadly, as I suppose sadness
would require some sort of active opinion on the subject, which—
as I've explained--is often sucked into the vortex of
swamps, bad cell service,
and "ingredients" rather than
"food."
I can say, with some confidence, that recently I was on an expedition to a far away town
I can say, with some confidence, that recently I was on an expedition to a far away town
for 8 hours of tattoo-getting (no, *I* don't have a new one--at
least that's visible to my own eye).
I remember the name of the place we went to only because
of the matchbook I took from there,
which states: "CAUTION: These Matches
Could Burn The Shit Out Of You" which, at least to me,
was a rock of absolute truth in otherwise inane
modern-day marketing.
In fact, I was so enamored with that particular warning
that I failed to notice the small print beneath, which says "Pound 'em
till you piss!" I'm not sure what that means exactly, but I remember
at some point having drank just enough to figure out what
it meant and directing myself to make
a note of such an important discovery in my phone's
notepad. Apparently I forgot to do so.
Today I'm doing (trying) laundry and taking a shower. I actually started my car and drove to a place as well, though I think nicotine craving had something to do with that. I have not, however,
Today I'm doing (trying) laundry and taking a shower. I actually started my car and drove to a place as well, though I think nicotine craving had something to do with that. I have not, however,
responded to any texts
that say "what r u up to" or anything of the sort. Describing
what I'm "doing" would entail more doing than anything I could try to
describe, so I ignore those sorts of questions.
(note: if you are a friend who
likes to use "what r u doing" sort of information requests,
I would suggest more specificity. Perhaps "Are
you wearing pants right now?
Or other, similar, binary type questions.) What
snapped me into such productivity today?
My best guess is that a few law school grades from this
past semester came in this week.
Ostensibly, this past semester I was enrolled in a bankruptcy law course.
Ostensibly, this past semester I was enrolled in a bankruptcy law course.
The class met 3 times per week, at 7:30 A.M., and
required two textbooks.
The more clever among you could already deduce several
things from these basic facts.
I'll confirm: no, I didn't go much (I seem to remember
going to 3 classes, but I might have gone to 4 when I was up all night with
insomnia and digging novelty), no, there was no attendance policy,
and no, I didn't buy the books (though the
"code" ((I've always loved that word)) book
was given to me by a friend who convinced me that I
should take the class).
Instead of going to class (or much of my other classes,
for that matter) I spent much of this semester finding cheap beer at new places
with interesting characters who, frankly, provide much more education than 99%
of the classes I've ever taken. I even remember thinking, as Rokkosauros
sang "Glory Hallelujah" at the top of his voice while hugging old Ron
from the Silver Leaf,
that there were people out there who would forego these
experiences in favor of "responsibility"
and "going to
class." I wish them all the success in the world, but I don't hold
out much hope.
As some of you "rememberers" might remember, the Shreves-lawschool approach involves
As some of you "rememberers" might remember, the Shreves-lawschool approach involves
a credit-style approach to each semester. Skip
everything, do the minimum required,
find adventures, and put it all off on
"life-credit". Then, for 3 weeks at the end of each semester,
the bill comes due and it's time to buckle down.
Hard. So, as usual, I did, and spent 3 weeks
almost always sober and usually getting a normal amount
of sleep. By day, I studied. By "studied,"
I mean "learn the course from the beginning just in
time for the test." Bankruptcy was of course involved, but I had
missed so much--and knew so little--that I was actually concerned
about passing the class. I worked hard enough to
actually know quite a bit about the subject
though, and felt positively adequate as I headed in to
take the exam. Unfortunately it was
the hardest exam yet, and for the first time in law
school I actually considered the possibility
that I did not pass a course.
But then grades came in, and I got an A. This is not a point of bragging where I'm trying to explain that I was smarter than I thought or expected on a subject. I--quite literally--fell so far behind
But then grades came in, and I got an A. This is not a point of bragging where I'm trying to explain that I was smarter than I thought or expected on a subject. I--quite literally--fell so far behind
on time that I skimmed the last 1/4 of the questions and
answered more questions
with snap-guesses than I did with higher-level thought
processes.
Is law school grading truly random? Was I the
luckiest guesser out there? Was the test so difficult that most of the normal
(read: not drunk at the Silver Leaf) students panicked and gave up?
We'll never know. What I can tell you is that, at
least so far, my two best semesters in law school were the one where I tried
the hardest, and the one where I tried the least hard.
There's some sort of lesson in that, but I'm not sure I
know what it is.
For a final thought, if anyone who reads this and knows a fella with the last name "Smallwood" (seriously) and wants to buy me a Christmas/birthday present, get his '47 Gibson guitar off him
For a final thought, if anyone who reads this and knows a fella with the last name "Smallwood" (seriously) and wants to buy me a Christmas/birthday present, get his '47 Gibson guitar off him
and give it to me. That thing was the guitar
equivalent of dating Elizabeth Hurley right before,
during, and after her
appearance in the movie "Bedazzled."
I heard a buzzer, so either my velveeta noodles are done (it doesn't SAY you can't microwave them) or my laundry needs put in the dryer. Until next time.
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