I’m back
Well, I’m back. I didn’t say I was leaving, but hell, this is the Internet, and I’m not that big of a geek that I have to announce vacations in advance on my blog, right? Right? Good.
So the family (Mom, Maryalice [sister], Devon [nephew - 5], and Zoya [niece - 12]) drove down to Kentucky to see “the Farms,” i.e. the land that my family has owned there for generations. Basically, the purpose of the trip was for my sister and I to learn a bit about the business side of the Farms and to walk some of the property lines. All in all, it was a good trip, with minimal fighting, although Devon was quite mischievous. I took a boatload of digicam pics and wrote up a nice long photo-essay on it:
>> Photo-essay of my trip to “the Farms”
Anyway, I’m back, stuck in Champaign-Urbana with little to do. Each time I return here from Evanston, I find less and less to do. Apart from my family’s presence here and all the nostalgic ties and comfortableness of setting, this is not really my “home.” My friends don’t live here, and frankly, I’m often pretty bored. So basically, I should just hunker down and work. Of course, I usually end up just wasting time.
Hmm. And we watch the war on TV. We bat assessments of the news channels’ coverage back and forth while soldiers are in the middle of the fucking desert fighting sandstorms and tricksters with AK-47’s. And still you coddled little fucks at the Academy Awards can’t resist making speeches. Guess what? You’re entertainers, and your importance ranks right there with circus performers — below that of mattress salesmen, plumbers, telephone repairmen, and — this I am certain of — soldiers. So shut the fuck up and take your little statue. You make movies for a living, and chances are you dropped out of high school or college to get to that point.
If that was disorganized, it’s because my thoughts are disorganized.