Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Why I Love God (a story of the belief in karma and Austin, TX)
Rita is now a Category 5 storm and its latest projected landfall still has it hitting the Texas Gulf Coast. Yet I still plan on heading to South this weekend, despite the partly cloudy chance of meatballs. I hate that name, 'Rita'. I don't know why, but I'm sure it has something to do with my disdain for the comedianne Rita Rudner. Ugh that Rudner.
And yet here I am, 12 hours away from my trip to Austin for some fun in the sun, good times with friends, and British/Candian/Wilco Rock and Roll. I have been looking forward to this trip for weeks...nay months. So of course what happens? My car breaks down. That's right, my 1997 Pontiac Grand Am, who has been on more dates with mechanics than I have with...mechanics...is waiting dead in front of my house waiting to be picked up by a wrecker and taken to the garage. I have no idea what's wrong with it. My oil was low, but it's been low before. All I know is I was coming home from lunch at Billy Miner's when my car started reving up the RPM's and the check engine light would flash on. It did this about half a dozen times in about a three mile distance. I put in two quarts and tried to start it to drive it around but it wouldn't stay running. Of course I knew this would happen, I knew it would happen in June when I got the paid internship and I knew it in when I came home last month. I knew that any money I made would have to go to fixing something on my car; it's just been an inevitable fact of life for me. But I've put 120,00+ miles on it...I think we're at 134, 144. Something like it. I don't even care anymore. But that's bad karma talking, so no wonder she treats me the way she does.
And I wouldn't be too worried about it, I can always get to Austin somehow. Southwest flies out of Love Field like every 45 minutes.
I haven't been worshiping lately. I'm not talking about singing "Glory Glory" and all that mess, but worshiping in my heart. No serious quiet times or real focus on my spiritual side, not anything like I did this Summer. I have excuses, but no reasons. I have bought some CD's and DVD's though, like the American idiot that I am.
I'm taking my Mom down to Austin tomorrow when I go, she has a conference over the weekend. She was going to fly back on Sunday morning while I just stayed around and hung out with my friends. That's still the plan, if we can figure something out. It's just that...for reasons I don't care to make public...we have to go in my car with me driving. My mom can't drive down there. But it's not exactly working out like that this afternoon.
So let's recap. A planned trip out of town that's less than 24 hours away. Car trouble greets us now and a Category 5 hurricane awaits us when we arrive. Is this a sign, Carson Daly? I really don't know.
See you in Austin. Stock up on batteries. Might not hurt to pray, either. My Name is Earl. ¶ 9/21/2005 04:39:00 PM
And yet here I am, 12 hours away from my trip to Austin for some fun in the sun, good times with friends, and British/Candian/Wilco Rock and Roll. I have been looking forward to this trip for weeks...nay months. So of course what happens? My car breaks down. That's right, my 1997 Pontiac Grand Am, who has been on more dates with mechanics than I have with...mechanics...is waiting dead in front of my house waiting to be picked up by a wrecker and taken to the garage. I have no idea what's wrong with it. My oil was low, but it's been low before. All I know is I was coming home from lunch at Billy Miner's when my car started reving up the RPM's and the check engine light would flash on. It did this about half a dozen times in about a three mile distance. I put in two quarts and tried to start it to drive it around but it wouldn't stay running. Of course I knew this would happen, I knew it would happen in June when I got the paid internship and I knew it in when I came home last month. I knew that any money I made would have to go to fixing something on my car; it's just been an inevitable fact of life for me. But I've put 120,00+ miles on it...I think we're at 134, 144. Something like it. I don't even care anymore. But that's bad karma talking, so no wonder she treats me the way she does.
And I wouldn't be too worried about it, I can always get to Austin somehow. Southwest flies out of Love Field like every 45 minutes.
I haven't been worshiping lately. I'm not talking about singing "Glory Glory" and all that mess, but worshiping in my heart. No serious quiet times or real focus on my spiritual side, not anything like I did this Summer. I have excuses, but no reasons. I have bought some CD's and DVD's though, like the American idiot that I am.
I'm taking my Mom down to Austin tomorrow when I go, she has a conference over the weekend. She was going to fly back on Sunday morning while I just stayed around and hung out with my friends. That's still the plan, if we can figure something out. It's just that...for reasons I don't care to make public...we have to go in my car with me driving. My mom can't drive down there. But it's not exactly working out like that this afternoon.
So let's recap. A planned trip out of town that's less than 24 hours away. Car trouble greets us now and a Category 5 hurricane awaits us when we arrive. Is this a sign, Carson Daly? I really don't know.
See you in Austin. Stock up on batteries. Might not hurt to pray, either. My Name is Earl. ¶ 9/21/2005 04:39:00 PM
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Mate, the storm's not after you, its after the evacuees...its come to finish em off. Besides, its like the guy said,
'Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you.'
Some kinda western thing?
Far from it.
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'Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you.'
Some kinda western thing?
Far from it.
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