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