wait, wait, hold the phone!

i take it all back, everything.

because suddenly, it all… makes… sense…

you could watch this

or this

…

I am fascinated by the fact that somewhere someone got paid to develop the process of printing a little M on billions of M&M’s. “So when you look back on the period February to July 1973, what exactly were you doing?” “Ah was designin’ the M printin’ machine, yer Honor”.

And really, where would we be without him? So a silent thank you. And to the team that drew the reindeer on my paper-toweling, and figured out how to plastify the tips of shoelaces, and mass produce corduroy, and let’s not forget the man or woman who figured out how to make ridges on toothpaste tube caps.

Who gets the lifetime achievement award for the envelope folding machine? And the discovery of that pre-dried glue that tastes like earwax that you always slice your tongue licking?

—

I’d like to say a big fuck you to the members of the great worldwide disappearing act (you know who you are) all those hugs and promises of see you soon. There are degrees of bearable hypocrisy. Or rather necessary disingenuousness. Still, utter complete silence rather gives one the distinct feeling of not existing at all.

—

I’m really tired of wearing the treads off my mind, spinning but not really gaining traction. So lets simply reverse and try something else for a change. Any colorful local insults you’d care to share? As for my own contribution, I do have a couple of properly pronounced Greek and/or Lebanese ones, but repeating them would apparently get me chased down and thoroughly beaten up. Everybody seems to be particularly sensitive when it comes to the juxtaposition of their mothers and animals, body parts, women of ill-repute, etc. An old semi-Israeli friend would always follow his mother insults with “lo nominativ” which was meant to indicate that it obviously wasn’t your specific mother he was referring to, but rather an abstract and universal hypothetical mother-concept.

So this Sunday, we’re leaving for a wee little cross-country drive.

back on June 27th.

this is aproximately the planned route: here

though that doesn’t take into account possible changes related to two weeks of camping in rain and hail and, possibly, snow (-5 degrees Celsius in Yellowstone in the morning lately…)

we may very well end up in New Mexico before June 10th…

of course, seeing as how we have no real prior camping experience, we may very well end up ditching the tent and sleeping bags by June 1st and motelling it all the way…

anyway. see y’all in a bit.

ouch.