Wednesday, April 3, 2013

My own private Idaho.

I think about Buck sometimes.....I mean...not like Ricky Martin or anything.....but just like the Harrisonburg Turkey Farmers....despite all the craziness...he kinda has a sense about him. I remember a phrase..."I'm gonna' let the trail come to me."
I'm growing a bit more comfortable with my redneck self over the past few years and that has become more and more of a motto for who I am and what I need.
I could've ridden my bike again Tuesdee' I had planned....but instead I walked a line...something I had been on a thousand times before...and well....I tried to make it better.
Tuesdee wasn't so wise that is....but in the trees....windless....south facing.... I found peace.. calm, calmness, composure, coolness, equanimity, hush, imperturbability, imperturbation, law and order, order, peacefulness, placidity, quietness, quietude, repose, rest, restfulness, sedateness, serenity, stillness....all those words.....a redneck roofer like myself...well.... would never choose..... but the one that is missing.....content.

I'm ready for spring.....just like the next person.....but it will happen. As I heard someone say....these are the Cupcakes! I thought to myself...this is not a full dozen...but soon our planets will align.
I'll see you in my own private Idaho.


This is a phrase taken directly from the 1980 dance pop song, "Your Own Private Idaho" by the outrageous party band, the B-52's.

It means "living inside an Idaho potato", or a very small space. Metaphorically, it refers to someone who is not paying attention because he is daydreaming, or under the influence, or otherwise wrapped up within his own very narrow sphere of interest or frame of reference.
Car Driver: Damn! That guy just pulled out in front of me as if I weren't here! We almost crashed!

Passenger: Yeah, he's just yakking away on his cellphone, in his own private Idaho.