running (or is it sailing?) away

i'm pondering running away on one of these. that big one in the foreground actually had a sign saying, "ask the crew if you want to ride along to bergen." of course, if i'm running away, i'm not really going to say where i'm going, as that's surely half the fun.

but since life is actually pretty good and i don't really have a very good reason for running away, i think i'll only do so if i get to wear one of these hats. aren't they awesome?

if i'm honest, this boat is probably more my speed, but first, we gotta get rid of that wanker that's onboard. how much of a tosser does he appear to be?

what about you, do you sometimes consider running away?

you can see their shadows wandering off somewhere

i always said, give me habermas and hegel. i want benjamin and kant and nietzsche. and marx, i can't get enough of him.  you can keep camus and voltaire and rousseau and especially derrida (who could understand him anyway?). but now, i'm not so sure...i think i missed something in all that reading. some window onto a special kind of logic. one that would help me greatly right now.

but i'm not going to think about that anymore. i'm just going to have a great weekend. riding off into the sunset.

maybe all the philosopher i need is fastball...

they made up their minds and they started packin'

they left before the sun came up that day.

an exit to eternal summer slackin'

but where were they goin'

without ever knowin' the way....

the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

i knew getting up this morning was a very bad idea. i had dreams of looms and tangled yarn and woke up rather exhausted and with a dull headache. it was gonna be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

the sidewalks were covered with snow and needed shoveling. again. and i had just shoveled yesterday.

we were almost late for school because i sat like a lump and didn't make sabin's lunch "packse" 'til the very last minute.

my period came a week early (too much information, i realize) and i discovered that the teenagers had used up every last feminine hygiene product in the house.

it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. i began to think of moving to vanuatu.

the blue room fireplace needed cleaning and i dropped ashes everywhere.

then, i had to take the car down to get new front tires and have an alignment.

on the way there, there was a speed trap that i didn't see. and i was going 68 kilometers per hour in a 50 zone. on my american driver's license, which apparently should have been switched out for a danish one years ago. but i never checked and certainly never did it.

so i wasn't allowed to drive home, since apparently now my american driver's license, despite the fact that it expires in 2027, doesn't count as a valid driver's license since i live here.

so i had to be driven home by the police.

and to get a danish driver's license, i now have to go spend a small fortune on driving lessons and take the test and everything. despite the fact that i've been driving since i was 14.

it's been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

i wonder if you need a driver's license in vanuatu...