Festering Carbuncle

steak of hatred

I've been watching South Park recently, the repeats they show on the local independent station at eleven o' clock.  I've also been using the term douche a lot recently.  It didn't take a long time, but it certainly took longer than it should have for me to realize that there was a connection there.  Seriously, I've called this one dude a douche like five thousand times in the last four days.

So, today, I'm walking through a parking lot, thinking about douche and its sudden and full integration into my lexicon when I realized that something awesome was going on somewhere nearby.  It was one of those sixth sense things, just a feeling you(1) get that tells you(2) that you(3) had better figure out what is going on, like when you notice that all of the birds have suddenly stopped chirping.

I stopped in my tracks and devoted all of my sense to figuring out the source of this awesome.  There was some sort of muffled sound... It was music, music coming from a white truck parked across the sidewalk from where I was standing...  It sounded kind of like Devo... It was Devo!  And it wasn't Whip It!  It was Gates of Steel!  Once again my sure instincts had proven themselves, something truly was awesome.

It Smells Like Barbeque Sauce When I Piss

If you told me you wanted to go someplace too faraway, I would be concerned for your wellbeing, but I would also be proud of you for confronting that dark wind of the future (thanks Al!) and taking back from it your certainty.  You rock!  I would neither try to stop you nor comfort you; you're a grown up now, and this is something you've got to face on your own, but I would at least let that extra head of yours out of it's little bag and set it free in a bass pond in the woods somewhere; there is no need for it to suffer, too.

Stephen Jones - Someplace Too Faraway:

Grace Walks Out

I'm sure a part of how we all wound up here is that we all know the feeling of that song that is about this moment in our life.

It is funny that I have carried this song around with me, pretty much everywhere I have gone for the bulk of the past decade, yet I would invariably hit the seek button whenever it would play.

I'm sure it says something about me that I never truly understood the meaning of grace until the term was used to describe me.  It's not what you think, though.  Yes, I am that self absorbed, but it was the way that it was used that made me realize just how powerful and important the term can be.  Some people just bring grace to any room they enter, no matter how clumsy their footsteps.  It is not arch, it is not a joke, it is a beauty that can hardly be understood, much less described.

It is a shame, but a shame I deserve, that I only begin to recognize grace as it leaves me.  We learn from our mistakes, and that is a blessing, but sometimes our blessings stab our heart every time we our reminded of them.  Thank God for them, anyway.