Dream: AM 9/11/08

on a journey, with backpack (black)...walking, ((having just started Gentlemen of the Road)), walking the boyscout summer camp trail, circumstances and motives unremembered, a huge cart of some sort led by a dog and a dying buffalo, that falls over...but then is forced to get back up again, the cart is a huge surreal red carriage of some sort that has a small wheel at the front that upon a revolution, via an attached rubber-like driveshaft, rotates another wheel towards the top of the carriage that is actually a corn husker, you see now that the freeform carriage is actually a corn husking device, now in travel-mode, headed to a field to gather corn - there is a driver at teh top front and a man on the back edge of the carriage - unclear details - you follow it along until you come to the trail that, more familiar, is the road/trail alongside the field on the to piano teacher's old house, just outside of Defuniak, you remmeber why you'd be going this way, to reach the creek that you and albert/dixie once tried to find. you veer right off the road, and it's more developed here, a fence into a residential area, you try to stay on the public areas to find a way to move forward to access the creek, in the 'corner' just to the right of the fence is a building where black people are gathered outside, its a funeral home, you work your way around the building to the small road, paved, that follows behind it- the back of the building is smooth and covered in black glass, the road looks like a dead end - but the houses are all low income families. you get to where the road ends, but rather than a culdesac it becomes a opening to a park or series of trails. a couple of groups of people (white) are returning from a trail walk and regrouping, you slip in, but not before stopping to use your iphone to locate where you are in relation to where you believe the creek to be. the functions shift and become troublesome and there is some brief confusion/interaction between the people around you who are gathering and boarding a carriage/or car?.
(sometime between then and some unremembered duration, things change drastically)
At some point, you receive advice from an unremembered wise non-tourist character.... that to reach my destination i strive to reach, i must have a particular elf/fairy (?) accompany me. apparently he can be summoned from a nearby stump that seems to grow up out of the ground. he emerges and there is a puzzle i must solve first on a manuscript or a board? to begin my journey. i'm not sure if the buffalo is with me or if the fairy takes the shape of a small animal (the buffalo was never that big), but i have engaged an animal-like companion somepoint close to this. at one point the puzzle bores me and i need to take a break, but i am lying on a animal-skin bed in a natural setting and put the book of the current puzzle of the whole story itself down and say i need a break, and there's a tv embedded in a tree truck and start to watch a different story, but it's the same one, so there's mixed media messages here, that i can't quite pick out. just before the puzzle was delivered (looks alot like mahjong-with overlapping symboled tiles), i was explained the nature of the journey and what would have to happen to me- it seems i would have to undergo some sort of adaptation to be able to manage the trip. so, eager to do so and get on my way, the transformation slipped up upon me rather early on, but slowly without my noticing- signaled by a moment when the elf/fairy-guide, who in his early moments upon emerging looked like a stirring energy sandwiched between two half-shells, small almost like a broken open nut-- he looks at me and i, in turn see my 'character' and with admiration, remarks on how well my changes are going. already there is hocks of hair around my feet and lower arms, i have a more hearty tone, filling out my tshirt, and stronger jawline/visage. either its the growing muscle tone or sense of pride, my chest swells. the journey, back in this natural setting of resting the first night (?), i cuddle up in the animal skin bedding with my companion, the new companion animal or elf-turned-pigmy donkey , i'm not sure. i wakeup with the images somewhere along this point.

A Matter of Principle

So, landing in Tallahassee all excited that I'm finally back home for the week, and eager to get into a car, because let's face it, that's really the only way to move around in my neck 'a the woods, I rush over to the line of car rental counters, luggage in tow. No cars. None of the companies. Apparently the day immediately following a hurricane, everyone rents cars. So I am forced to call the lovely Jordan to come pick me up. I keep trying the different rental counters with no luck. She's outside in her groovy bumblebee yellow Hyundai Accent. With Silk. We head over to Silk's apartment (Jordan now lives in P'city) so I can get online to see if there's any damn rental place open this dreary, wet sunday afternoon. Avis has another location in Tally, so we head that way.
Once there, I see a cute little Hybrid sitting in the lot. I want it. Go in, and after about 20 minutes of red tape, I am told I can have the Hybrid but it's gonna cost $89.99 extra per day. So much for incentive to help the environment. I decide without thinking to splurge. 15 more minutes of keyboard clacking. "Oh sorry sir, I can't give you the Hybrid because you're not 25." Okay, so now there's an age limit on trying to do something helpful. Or at least try it out. Ugh, so apparently because it's a specialty car, it has all these limitations.

Avis site lists the car as a specialty vehicle, which is all well and good, but look further...

Additionally, the following restrictions also will apply for renters between the ages of 21-24: Renters of luxury, Mini-Vans, 12-Passenger Vans, Specialty, and Full-Size SUVs, Premium SUVs will not be permitted.

So I don't get my little Hybrid, but instead a Nissan Versa. Which, although kinda boxy, is very comfy and has nice get-up-and-go and, best of all: I get from Tally to Defunk (about 120 miles) in about a third of a tank! Frustrations aside, I'm happy as I pull into ye olde abode of youth, where my dad's F150 and my mom's Ford Excursion sit glaring.

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candy. yum.

creatures of invention

amazing.

nerdology

extensive research has led to no definites, but I'm willing to bed that the mural is one of Robert McCall's; he did alot of the other big murals around the park, particularly for pavilions somewhat profit-drivenly removed from the menu-*ahem*horizons*cough*

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wordalicious

...so i told myself i would proclaim the aspiration to write one thing (anything!), posting it to this blog DAILY from a certain point onward - be it conjecture, mindless rambling, fun links, whatever - only once provided with the "feeling right" sentimental catalyst.

I would dare say that Wordle, the land of Beautiful Word Clouds, be it.

Here, I can take a quirky retrospective of all the crap I have blabbered on about up until now.

So, without further ado, and along with the high-falutin', ridiculously self-flaggelating (?) aspiration of once-a-day-posts, I give you my blog's wordle: