Ten Hours Too Far

DISCLAIMER: All of the following should be filed under the designation:
“Anglo-Saxon People Problems.”

Last week was some sort of live action death by chocolate. Every possible good thing in my life conspiring to murder me. You know that scene in Jim Carrey’s The Grinch Who Stole Christmas where he’s subjected to an involuntary “pudding eating contest”? Something like that.

Work; two little league baseball games; a midnight trip to Greenwood; TEDx rehearsal; a baseball practice; a 14th Wedding Anniversary; a song blog about George Clooney; time spent wondering why I did a song blog about George Clooney; another TEDx rehearsal; night terrors; a TEDx reception; low-grade panic attack; family and friends in town; cottonmouth; packing for spring break; explosive eczema; TEDxGreenville; a complete blackout of my medulla oblongata; 9 hour drive to Mobile, AL immediately after TEDx in a driving rain; adult-onset narcolepsy; a swamp tour; 12 beignets; degenerative scurvy; 3 NCAA tournament games; did I mention it was our 14th Anniversary?; a zoo, IMAX, and avalanche of souvenir Final Four t-shirts; child induced turrets syndrome; and an 11 hour drive home.

(Ironically, in the litany of exaggerated and made-up ailments above, I omitted the most peculiar and actual symptom I suffered. Because, you know you’re ludicrously fatigued when the bridge of your nose goes numb. The bridge.)

I know complaining about a week in which you fulfill your life long dream to present at a TED event AND attend the Final Four in New Orleans is like whining about how your pet unicorn can also fly. But, I’m telling you, I almost died.

So, a lot of real crap in the world occurred and was left tragically uncovered by rap news. Today’s blong is a brief recap of the week because I’m still recouping from my cotton-candy coated, Santa Clause basted, too-good-to-be-true binge.

It was sobering seeing the Big Easy. In the east, whole neighborhoods and cities are essentially abandonded — 7 years later. Homes, hospitals, amusement parks. Ghosted.

I was struck by how enthusiastically I was able to make the 10 hour drive for rebounds and fastbreaks.

But, when the levies broke that same trip seemed just a little too far.

The Week That Was.

Performed by ipoetlaureate. Music produced by djclutch.

Today’s song blog here:

TWTW 3-31-12

3 thoughts on “Ten Hours Too Far

  1. Slow down or you will grow “too soon old”. This post made me tired sitting in my recliner reading it.

  2. Love the honesty, there.

    I sometimes like it when you get a little busy and then do these blongs about several items of news that happened in the time away. One of the best things you do is always wrap most of it around one thought for people to think on and really walk away with, while still speaking on other things. Its just another example of your thinking a song through that I appreciate so much.

    Hope you get rested and are back to full blogging form soon enough. Did your son enjoy the basketball game?

    oh, I was actually wondering from your last blong post, does it REALLY take you 4 hours on average for these blongs? I felt that the TedX post wasn’t that bad and, in the making of the recording, you totally did it in minutes. Just wondering what makes it take so long when you do it normally?

  3. Aunt Linda, I’m so sorry I disturbed your sloth with my exhaustion! (The irony is that you are the most productive and active person I know.) Thank you for visiting!

    Conduct, I really appreciate the feedback. I don’t always know how people respond to the variety. I’m glad these sorts have some value.

    And, it does take me typically 3-4 hours. Instead of freestyling, I’m writing one sometimes two or three verses which takes usually between an hour and an hour and a half. The chorus or hook is always critical and finding just the right thing to capture the story and make it a little memorable can take some time. And, then the recording is a total roll of the die. Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes, sometimes it takes me over an hour. A lot of it depends on the complexity of the verse I’ve written and the frequencies in the beat. My voice fights a lot of beats and those are more difficult for me to mix/EQ. And, then finally there is the written narrative portion, which has grown in volume over time. Even the short ones take some work because I’m trying to say something without saying too much. It’s a delicate balance. I think of them sort of as “puzzle comments.” Like 5 or 6 thoughts sort of puzzled together. They aren’t intended to fully treat the topic. But, in saying so little, I’m always fearful of saying something wrong. Also, the logistics of actually posting to the site can take some time. I’ve done it in under 2 hours but it’s been the very, very rare occasion. I would say that I average right around 3-3.5 hours.

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