at the deposition….

At the deposition, they’ll show this video segment and say, “see?”

That’s what they’ll say…..”see?”

They’ll say that when they’re trying to prove that I really didn’t get very excited about going out in the rain to deliver…..whatever I have to deliver….to the people on my route.

Who would promote a video like this if they cared deeply about the sanctity of the mail?

Who would find this funny if they were a good mailman?

That’s the fantasy, anyway.

It’s a fantasy to believe that anybody cares about what I do.

I don’t think that I’ll have to face a judge anytime soon.

Ripping up mail on the subway is some kind of fantasy, too.

It’s not mine, though.

And you can tell them I said that….at the deposition.

 

Oh, Edna…

I watched a movie called “The Hero” the other night.

Pretty good movie.

I like Sam Elliot.

Something about the cadence of his speech.

He could sell a butt-load of barbecue sauce with a voice like that.

This is a spoiler, I suppose, but at the end of the movie they feature this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

I won’t go into why one of the characters read this (why pile spoilers on top of spoilers?)….but I’d never heard the poem before….and liked it.

You better grab on to the memories while you’re together and making them.

It’s hard to back up.

Dirge without Music…..Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. 
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

 

w…t…..f?!! WTF?!!! VIKING BUSHCRAFT!! VIKINGS….COOKING IN THE WOODS!!

YO, VIKING DUDES!! THAT LOOKS PRETTY DARN GOOD!! I’D EAT THAT MEAL YOU’RE MAKING…..FOR SURE.

It really does look pretty good….cooking out in the woods…making a meal fit for a King…or…a VIKING!!

Thanks, Viking Dudes!

That’s some tasty Viking Vittles you’re cooking!

(A short PS….the next day: You know, though….it really would be pretty freaky sitting out in the woods with a couple of Viking re-enactors….eating pork and some weird onion and bird egg concoction….

I don’t want to dress up like a Viking….

I’ll eat my pork at home, thank you….)

the process….

Whether it’s making a knife….or building a guitar…or fixing a car….these YouTube videos are pretty cool.

I love to see “process”.

This is a relatively short video…but it shows the knife making process from start to finish…and it’s an interesting thing to get to see.

I don’t know how I’d get a chance to see this if it wasn’t for these videos.

Cool.

we never built a fire….

I used to work at a camp where “low impact” was the norm.

We didn’t build fires.

We used small stoves that we packed in.

We took pride in leaving an area looking like it looked (or better than it looked) when we first arrived to do our camping.

That was how I was raised in the camping world.

This is a different style….but….the shelter is sort of cool….I guess.

You should take care of the woods, though….and keep it good for everybody.

Man, though, this video is pretty nice.

I’m conflicted.

Be the Mobile Karaoke Guy…..

OK.

Here’s the plan: work long enough at the PO to get some kind of retirement, move to Thailand to live off the MONEY….and get one of those cool amps that I can wear around my neck and then wander all around a foreign country with a pail and supplement the money the GUV gives me for hanging in there at the USPS for a while by SINGING MY HEART OUT…with an amp around my neck and a pail in my hand.

Even a weird plan is a PLAN….right?

Speaking of “weird”….this guy really likes SUGAR.

I don’t know if sugar is all that good for you.

I think that this dude is wrong.

That thing with the amp around my neck and the pail looks intriguing.

I wonder if I could make a living wandering around here like that?

#VAN LIFE….PORT…LANDIA STYLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!

Hah!!

Looking up “van life” videos on YouTube….because I have 15 minutes in the morning to figure out a post….15 minutes to make and drink the coffeeeeeeeee…..and make a post….this morning….I came across this new Portlandia short about the possible realities of “#VAN LIFE”.

Pretty…..darn….funny.

That’s the thing about these Portlandia videos….I can’t take a lot of things that I took “kinda seriously” before I saw the video very seriously at all after these two skewer whatever they’re focusing on in the moment…..

I can’t do that after these videos.

That’s OK.

Some of this stuff on YouTube is pretty goofy….even if it’s dead serious to the person making the video.

The funniest stuff is always the things that people don’t know is funny.

Check out the price on the old Westphalia, too.

That’s too true to be funny.

traveling….to BUY!!!

This guy is good.

He has an interesting story and is dead on with his “travel more and buy less” thoughts.

We’re going to travel down to Greenville this morning to hit a couple of thrift stores and maybe buy some stuff.

We just got back from a trip out West, though, so I suppose that we can get away with taking a short trip.

We can even get away with taking a short trip to BUY STUFF!!

We might not buy stuff.

We don’t need to buy stuff…..just to “buy stuff”.

But….we might buy some stuff.

That’s OK, too….it’s OK to travel and… buy some stuff.

Right?

A VERY STABLE WEIRDO

Somebody told me where I work that this doesn’t happen as often at our company (USPS) since most of the Vets aged out of the system.

That besmirches the Vets, of course.

It would be interesting to see if the things that happened in the ’80’s were done by folks who had returned from Vietnam.

I’ll bet that you didn’t have to be a Vet to feel like “going postal” at the Post Office.

You know that I don’t mean Veterinarians when I say “Vet”, don’t you?

That would be weird.

What would make a veterinarian so angry at the Post Office?

Anyway….I think it’s strange that no matter where an incident happens, they call it “going postal” when they report it.

They don’t call things “going Alabama Baptist Church” or “going Upper Middle Class High School” or “going Meat Packing Plant”.

They make us out to be a bunch of hair trigger weirdos if we work for the Post Office.

I can only speak for myself….but I’d consider myself a VERY STABLE WEIRDO.

Like….very smart…and stable.

So….no matter how much I grind my teeth over something that happens in the workplace, I’m not going “postal”.

Not in, like, a bad way, at least.