Oh, I love this track!

Well, believe it or not, I'm turning my 20's something aimless searching blog into a bona fide teacher blog...our girl's all grown up! OK, not so much grown up as it is a new chapter in this crazy cycle I loosely call my life. =)

Underscore: Ray LaMontagne’s “Be Here Now” – from the album “Till The Sun Turns Black” [play it if you have it…happy reading!]

The perfect day. Here and there she would experience pieces of something that idyllic in nature. But the close of that exact Saturday brought with it the prospect of one day truly encountering such an intangible moment in time. And she had an even stronger hopefulness than she’d ever yearned for before of attaining just that.

It could’ve been any other day…it started out ordinarily enough. She had some things on her mind, but then again, she always has things on her mind. She’s a thinker. But her thoughts were somewhat more introspective and pensive on this almost but not quite perfect day. Of course, she was unaware of this “almost perfection” at the time she was doing this thinking. Her thoughts continued to plague her all day though and by early evening they were spurring her on to drive.

Driving. The perfect day will always, for all time, consist of driving. She just so happened to have access to the C230 on this promising night, so she took it, sunroof open – windows down, and hit the open road…steering with just a wrist over the wheel. The wind awakened her senses by encircling the edges of the thin red scarf in her hair round the front of her neck and whipping her highlighted locks back and forth over the head cushion. It jarred her long dangling silver earrings against her jaw, each tiny jolt making her feel more alive, and flicked her soft flowing skirt farther and farther up her thigh in an ever so slightly caressing motion. A calm feeling of revitalizing washed over her.

Music. She needed some music…good music. She settled on Sarah McLachlan, early 90’s Sarah, the classic and timeless compositions. Who would’ve thought those temperate and soulful sounds could constitute good driving music? But for some reason, at this particular time, on this particular night, they did. The soft but strong voice dripped out of the speakers like thick honey and the elegant melodies buzzed around her ears provoking a sudden desire in her to start playing the piano again. She knew she’d have to skip #10 when it came on though…#10 is one of those songs that in order to listen to it, you have to be in the right frame of mind. If not, it could cause all of your insides to twist around and knot up, in a constricting and choking-like manner, and she was certainly not in the right frame of mind. She blasted the volume and thrust down the accelerator. A cool feeling of refreshing washed over her.

Hixson. She could’ve picked any destination, really. But there is and has always been something about Hixson for her. It’s doubtlessly no different than any other place in Chattanooga…Gunbarrel, East Ridge, Brainerd, Downtown…just farther away. She merged onto Highway 153, the wind gusting throughout the car the whole way. She passed the airport and briefly thought about the irony of flying…how you can go anywhere in the world, you just have to stay buckled in this one solitary seat…how strange that it gives such a sense of freedom and confinement all at the same time. She zoomed past the motor mile, one by one, rows and rows of sparkling cars, dealership after dealership. The lot lights reflected off all the shiny chrome as if the vehicles were beckoning passersby to come and rescue them, to allow them to fulfill their destiny of speeding along the open road too.

A sense of serenity swelled over the commanding wind and loud volume of the music as she neared the Tennessee River. When she later reflected on this moment, she realized why she has subconsciously always had a draw to Hixson. It’s found simply in the crossing of the Chickamauga Dam. On that night specifically, it was the tranquil sight that spanned the length of the watery horizon, the profound red-orange and intense bluish-purple of the sunset, and the wet aroma of the water that flooded every nook of the vehicle. As she neared the end of the bridge she found herself seriously considering a future road trip. Her family would be in Florida for vacation the next month, and barring the 12 hour solo drive, she had been contemplating meeting them there. But at that moment, it was all she could do to not hit the road right then…she knew the way by heart. I-75 South through Georgia, cross Northern Florida on I-10 East, then head down the Atlantic coast on I-95. All just to drive across that gorgeous stretch of bridge on I-295 that spans the St. John’s River…she realized that she could even cross it precisely at sunrise if the timing was just right, and this excited her. The mist was already settling like a hazy blanket on the marsh as the crossing of the dam came to a close and the road opened up into this wondrous place christened as Hixson.

She made a decision to park the car in one of those far, far away spaces and use the distance to breathe in the evening. No stars in the sky on that night, which on her perfect day there will be stars, loads and loads of them. But it did have that ominous blue-grey look to it that you could almost feel deep in your bones, signaling the nearness of an oncoming rain shower. She didn’t mind that, after all, there is a spot in her perfect day for a light rainfall. The pitter pat resonance, the cooling effect it produces, and the delectable mixture of water, grass, dirt, and asphalt that fills the air with a complex but pleasant fragrance…there’s just nothing quite like it.

Peacefully strolling along under the starless sky, she realized that the perfect day could be spent alone. While it would be wonderful to share something so ideal with someone, bringing another mindset into the picture might cause the dynamic to shift…to alter. Her mind wandered to a day a few months ago…it had driving, music, sunshine, wind, a rain shower, stars…the makings of a perfect day. The elements were all there until an amassing of negative detail and a sudden tilt toward understanding revealed to her that this day had been, in truth, only laced with ulterior motives and insincerity.

She got lost in a trance. It was the kind of trance that thinkers disappear into quite often. She launched into examining things she liked and disliked about herself, things she wanted to change or improve…the kind of mind exploration that thinkers do when they set out to purposely think. An indistinct smile was brought to her face as she started to remember the past, then it vanished as her mind drifted to some things she’d rather forget. She found herself heading home at some point, skirt still flicking, earrings jarring, locks of hair whipping, scarf encircling, and still steering with just a wrist over the wheel. The only element that could bring her out of this trance from time to time was the glow of the amber and ginger colored heat lightning as it flashed atop the distant mountain range.

She lay in bed late that night under just a sheet. The sensation of the fan whirling above her and the tapping of a light rain on the roof provided a pure and almost angelic lullaby. She let herself think back, she is a thinker after all, on that few months ago day, but only just briefly.

“Thank you for bringing me to your favorite place in the world,” she said as she looked up at him. “You’re my new favorite place in the world,” was the tender response.

Right then, she chose to remember not how that made her feel now but how it made her feel then. At that moment. On that day. They were just words. But they meant something to her. Words have always meant something to her. Remember, she’s a thinker. So she decided to freeze that moment, create a memory trapped in time. Now she could look back on that “other” day with pleasure and not feel anything else.

Besides…now she had that prospect, that stronger hopefulness, that yearning for the intangible perfect day to come and there wasn’t room for anything more. And the feeling…the feeling was indescribable.

"Oh, the experience of this sweet life…" – Dante

"I’m very big into driving lately. It might be a hobby. Driving."
"When I drive on nights like this I steer with just a wrist over the wheel." – Wanda, The Yip

Generic (but slightly altered) Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons… living or dead, sincere or insincere, consistent or inconsistent, present or absent, considerate or self-absorbed, honest or manipulative, pretty or ugly, smart or stupid…is, in all probability, purely coincidental.

I’m a sucker for packaging, I’ll fully admit it. Visual stimulation. It can make or break my buying power as a consumer. I’ve had one too many shitty bottles of wine for this very reason…if the bottle looks cool or it’s got a neat eye catching label, chances are, I’ve tried it. The same goes with a product’s name. Staying with the wine theme…Red Bicyclette, Yellow Cab, Red Truck, Fat Bastard, Marilyn Merlot…I’ve tried them all. Which, that being said, is why I have taken quite an interest in the Cocaine energy drink story.

So there’s this new drink on the market, some of its slogans being, “Speed in a Can,” “Liquid Cocaine,” and “Cocaine – Instant Rush.” The politics of branding have caused Redux Beverages LLC to pull this product from shelves nationwide due to the addictive sounding name. Redux dismissed the FDA warning that the drink was being illegally marketed as “a street drug alternative and a dietary supplement” with a bit of tongue-in-cheek statement that I found quite humorous: “Of course, we intended for Cocaine energy drink to be a legal alternative the same way that celibacy is an alternative to premarital sex. It’s not the same thing and no one thinks it is.”

So, the reasoning behind all of this is that kids might get the wrong idea. Hmm. In the words of a dear friend (that’s you, EO), “A drink named after an illicit drug? OH NO! Call the cavalry!”…or something like that…you get the gist. Of course he is also a true proponent in the “survival of the fittest” notion, if you will...do away with all child proofing and safety precautions and the dumb ones will kill themselves off, curing stupidity one accidental death at a time…or something like that…you get the gist.

Anyway, the idea that the FDA should have the right to tell companies how to market their products, should do more than their responsibility to deem the food labeled correctly and safe to consume, is absurd. I chuckled a bit at one article I read, which stated, “Ben & Jerry's could get in trouble for selling flavors like "Chubby Hubby" (promoting obesity), "Dave Matthew's Magic Brownies" (promoting drug use) and "From Russia With Buzz" (promoting alcoholism). Heck, the makers of Rockstar energy drink might be next for promoting a lifestyle largely perceived to involve copious amounts of drugs and casual sex? Or how about Mountain Dew, for encouraging extremely dangerous sports? The list goes on and on...”

Long live edgy brands and their trendy websites!

Currently listening to: Old School - Koko Taylor

Ok people. Margaret Thatcher better win this here contest or I wanna see some George Michael or Boy George up in there.

...ok. I suppose I'd be alright with David Beckham too.

Listen to this. Good stuff!

Author Takes New Approach to 'Damage Control'

NPR - Morning Edition, May 10, 2007 · While working on public relations issues in the Regan White House, Eric Dezenhall learned how to make bad news go away. Now he's the author of Damage Control: Why Everything You Know about Crisis Management is Wrong.

I just recently returned from vacationing out in Park City, Utah, which was awesome. And, I plan to blog about it soon. But, I will share this in the meantime. While I was traveling, I ran across a survey in one of the flight magazines and I thought it was interesting so I filled it out for myself.

1. I’m 29 years old but I feel like I’m…

...still college age. It’s kind of weird actually. I guess it’s maybe due to the fact that I’m still really good friends with all of my college buddies and we hang out often.

2. My first airplane trip was…

…when I was 12, from Miami to the Bahamas, all 20 minutes it took to get there!

3. My longest airplane trip was…

…the longest nonstop flight was to Israel but my longest trip was to Ukraine due to no direct flights.

4. When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up to be…

…an oceanographer so that I could discover the Titanic.

5. Clark Kent/Superman or Bruce Wayne/Batman?

Batman…because he has sweet little Alfred, really cool gadgets and vehicles, and because Lois Lane is kind of bitchy.

6. Mary Ann or Ginger?

I’m probably a Mary Ann but I gotta tell ya, sometimes I feel like being a Ginger.

7. If I’m having a party and have to prepare one dish, it would be…

...if it were up to me, probably chocolate chip cookies, but my peers demand the corn dip and the bacon wraps.

8. Sing in the car or shower?

The car. Definitely the car. All of the time.

9. My go-to song when I’m in the mood to belt out a tune:

This changes periodically but I am almost always in the mood for a little “Lovin’ Is Really My Game” by Ann Nesby.

10. If I had to choose between Survivor and The Amazing Race, I’d rather win…

…definitely The Amazing Race. Hey wait, that totally reminds me of something…

11. If there’s 30 minutes left in my flight and I really have to go to the bathroom, I’ll…

…probably go to the bathroom, even though I’d rather hold it. It seems like I have to pee all of the time.

12. Truth or dare?

Truth.

13. Some days I feel like…

…throwing in the towel.

14. If I were guaranteed not to fail, I would…

…write a smut novel.

15. If I ever make it to the International Rock, Paper, Scissors Championship, I’ll throw…

…rock.

16. Junk food vice?

…chocolate.

17. Aisle or window?

…aisle!

18. Tokyo or Kokomo?

…Tokyo.

19. Three things I’m thankful for:

-My family
-My friends
-My extraordinary doctor (I love her!)

20.Three things I can’t live without:

-my silver cuff bracelet…ok, I can live without it (but I don’t want to!)
-vacation days
-chapstick
-music
-laughter
(I’m sorry, I can’t narrow it down any further. It is quite impossible for me to choose between the last two.)

Currently listening to: Breathe - Keller Williams

My niece is in first grade this year and is very driven to achieve AR (Accelerated Reader) points. Students earn various points by reading and testing on approved books in this program and can then cash them in for certain rewards. Lil Miss has enough points to cash in so she decided to sign up for the skating reward party at school. But, she does not know how to skate. Apparently she misunderstood and thought she would get to go and watch ice skating, something similar to Disney on Ice.

Let’s recap, shall we? My niece has signed up for this party, she doesn’t know how to skate, and she’s the type that would be absolutely miserable if everyone was skating around her and she couldn’t join in. The solution? My mother and sister decided that I would teach Jordan how to skate. It appears that since I own a pair of rollerblades, I am the only qualified person in the family to take on this mission. This results in multiple phone calls and voicemails (you know, because rumor has it that I don’t answer my phone) from my niece for three straight days…we’re talking eleven calls on Sunday afternoon alone (In my defense, I was at a movie and the phone was on silent.).

So, after work yesterday, I picked her up and we headed over to the skating rink. What a trip down memory lane…birthday parties, Girl Scout all night skates, youth group functions, I loved skating as a kid! Anyway, she actually did really well and there was a marked improvement from the beginning to the end of the night. She got right out there and slipped, skated, and skidded all over…no fear. She had some hard falls and not so hard falls and is probably gonna have a bruise or two on her tush and her wrist might be a little sore but she was a trooper. A few more visits and she will be a pro in no time.

All of that to say (there is a theme here, I promise...albeit a loose one related to a recent previous post) I was seriously contemplating a cruise or a trip to Vegas for my “Dirty Thirty” (as afellowwaitress refers to it), but after last night I think a soiree at Roller Coaster Skate World may be in order!

Currently listening to: The Creek Drank the Cradle - Iron & Wine