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Thursday, September 11, 2003

You just have to realize how busy life can get. Besides, we already have another web project that takes up any free time we have. I can't just spend all my time bullshittin' about going to the ___ or the ___. There's life to live, and life waits for no one. Life just keeps moving. So you better move your ass, too, or life will move on past you, and the next thing you know you're thinking of diving off cliffs and stuff--and not into the water.

No, this is not a cry for help. Help is beyond. We're already in the thick of it--we're in, we've gone way up the river, there's no turning back now--and we're strong and certain and going to do our best, even if it kills us. You may not hear from us for awhile, but we may check in now and again. Keep listening to the music, since that seems to be our focus at the moment (when it comes to free time). And yes, check back here--even as I type this, I realize how fun it is to blog here. So check back from time to time. And email, or comment (click the link below).

originally posted by Harold on 9/11/2003

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

The day before yesterday, I went for a drive and found myself in Tennessee. I honestly hadn't realized I had driven that far, nor that I was even driving in that direction. It's a funny sensation, finding yourself driving past a sign displaying a message indicating that you've entered a new state. A new land. The land of bears -- in my mind, anyway -- or is Alabama home of the Bear Country Jamboree? Certainly Tennessee is the land of music: Elvis, Dolly Parton. Johnny Cash. Nashville, for cryin' out loud! Whiskey (whisky?). The Smoky Mountains. Smoky and the Bandit (as the face of Burt Reynolds plastered to the case of an 8-track cassette in the Fayetteville Goodwill Store reminded me).

NASCAR. The Titans. An old Saturn plant. These are just a few things that came to mind as I drove through the summery brown and yellow (and green) landscape of southern Tennessee. I turned on the satellite radio in the rented SUV and found an All-Elvis station, broadcasting straight out of Memphis. Of what more could you ask from your first visit to the state? Oh, there's a Krystal...

posted by Harold  6/21/2009 09:25:00 AM
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