The East Atlanta Beer Festival is tomorrow and not only am I neither volunteering nor attending, I have planned to be elsewhere. What has happened to the Paulie who lived for the Big Drunk? Oh yeah, he got fat as he matured. Besides, my history has proven that I shouldn’t be somewhere that enables over-consumption and is also full of beautiful people.
Here’s a question for you… The cost to get into the EABF is $30 ($35 at the door, and $15 for designated drivers? WTF?). Do you really think that $30/$35 is a reasonable fee for entry? I can buy two quality six-packs for $20 and if I had ten friends over who also also brought differing twelve-packs, then we could have one hell of a beer festival much cheaper. I’m just sayin’.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
I want to say something to this person but the fear comes: “I’d better not” (he may misunderstand, he may be in a hurry, ad infinitum). These fears are not based on the present situation, they are based on the past, and I don’t have to be governed by what once went wrong. The two of us are standing here in the present. What is the situation now?
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
May: The Month Which Seemed To Be So Promising
I haven’t done much in the way of exercising this month. Sure, there was the twenty-five-mile ride that started the month, and Twisted Ankle Half Marathon mid-way through, but not much else. That all changes this weekend however. June, my friends, will be my month… unless of course I decide to wait until July.
Speaking of July, check out the public Google Calendar called “ITP Concerts” (wanna guess who created it?) and you’ll see that it look like I’ll be spending a lot of my free time at Variety Playhouse.
I Am An “Idea” Man
I say this because I rarely seem to follow through on the art projects I conceive.
Years ago, before I owned a decent camera, I wanted to do a coffee-table book consisting of photos of the “makeshift” memorials which seemingly began littering America’s roadways in the the 1990’s. The difficulty with this concept is that most of these are erected in dangerous areas (hence the deaths that are associated with them) and it’s not exactly easy to stop, grab the camera, and get a decent shot.
On a trip to Oakland Cemetery last year I decided that I should try to see of I could take 365 photos of Confederate Soldier headstones. If the idea fleshed itself out properly I was going to display the headstone for the soldier on the day he died.
The latest project still parked on launching pad is the “Daily Gas Price” photo. I wanted to chart the rise and fall of gas prices by taking a photo of the same gas station each day. To date I’ve taken zero photos for this project. As an aside the price of gas at that station this morning was $4.09 for regular. We are all screwed! And I should be document this!
To my credit the one project that has started is the “Home Was Where The Hearth Is” project in which I will take photos of free-standing hearths where buildings used to stand beside it. So far there are two photos in the collection, but I intend to stop and take a photo of each one I see from now on.
I’ll Have A Full (and quite expensive) Tank Of Gas, And A Full iPod
I’ve got another OTP destination in mind for this weekend. The destination this week is Moreland, GA where my friends (and ITP readers) Steve and Debbie reside. They are kindly opening up there home for a weekend of festivities including bike riding, running, beer drinking, and bacon eating. I’ll also be toting my camera along searching for shots this weekend.
Did Someone Say Bacon?
When I was up in Summerville, GA a few weeks ago I stopped into the Ingles for supplies. One of the purchased supplies was a twelve-ounce package of what turned out to be some of the tastiest bacon I have ever eaten. Since Ingles doesn’t seem to have any locations ITP I will make an effort to stop into one along my way to/from Moreland. I know that it sounds crazy, but that bacon was fucking awesome!
Life Doesn’t Begin At Forty, It Begins When You Know That Someday It Will End
Harvey Korman died yesterday. Harvey is far from the first celebrity linked to my childhood to have died but for some reason this one struck me harder than most. Maybe it was the joy he brought to my life through his life’s work. Maybe it was the satisfaction I got out of seeing him and Tim Conway perform at The Fox theater a few years ago. Maybe it was the silly feeling I got when I saw him walking around the buffet at the Las Vegas Hilton a handful of years ago. Or maybe it was the realization that we all will follow.
I am forty-two-years old (at least for another seven weeks). I should learn to live today because someday I won’t be given the option.
Have an incredible weekend everybody! And, with any luck, we should all return here on Monday. ‘kay? Thanks!
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – Friday, ah Friday
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Death From Above 1979 — “Black History Month”
Website Of The Day – Perhaps while uncluttering my house I will put an item or two up on Keep Or Toss.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Foot Mileage – 25 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 25 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 13
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 59 (59)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day