Unexpected Blessing

I don't dare say a blessed thing about this one, I'll leave the comments to you guys.




Honk to my truckbuddy Jack at Doorman-Priest, who found this first.

Sunday Drive: When I Get Where I'm Going

That's Dolly Parton singing with Brad on the chorus of this tune.

Some Days

Some days I feel like my proper self:  noble, proud, and good.

Some days I am the lion in winter, solitary and strong.

Some days I am the tiger of the Lord, leaping to defend the right.

Some days I bear the avenging sword against callousness and cruelty.

Some days I am a warrior, quick to right a wrong and speak the truth.

Some days I need no help from anyone and bear my burden lightly.

Some days I just don't have the heart to try.

Some days I cannot bear to look beyond my own front door.

Some days I want to stay in bed and curl up there a long, long while.

Some days my heart is drained and empty, like a crumpled paper cup.

Some days I feel so horny I would take the first thing in pants.

Some days I feel so lonely I would kiss a stranger's hand for just a smile.

Some days the one makes the other that much worse:  and vice versa.

Some days I want to be some other man, almost anyone would do.

Some days I am ashamed of being so unmanned:

Ashamed of naked need and empty depths, and of wanting to be loved.

Some days I do not believe in possibility.  Or spring.  Or love.

Some days are best endured without thinking any thoughts.

Without feeling much at all.  If you can manage that.

Which some days I simply can't.

Do you know what I mean?

A Writer's Job

Found this a while back on Andrew Sullivan's blog.  I think it is still very much to the point.

I am disgusted to see Dos [Passos] said that writers should not write now. If a writer has any guts he should write all the time, and the lousier the world the harder a writer should work. For if he can do nothing positive, to make the world more liveable or less cruel or stupid, he can at least record truly, and that is something no one else will do, and it is a job that must be done. It is the only revenge that all the bastardized people will ever get: that somebody writes down clearly what happened to them.

-- Martha Gellhorn, 1941.

Afternoon Drive: Come and Love Me

Um . . . okay.  Be right over.



Y'all have a good one, see you down the road.

My American Idol Picks

 Tonight your Head Trucker finally found the time to watch the top 24 contestants from this year's American Idol.

I'm not going to criticize anyone's singing, because having been married to a musician, I know firsthand how very much effort and preparation goes into just a single performance; and I think it's hateful to dismiss someone's work with a rude jab. For those of us who aren't professional musicians, it really all comes down to simple preference, not considered judgment, you know?

But I will tell you whom I did like. Although they all did a credible job, I wasn't too impressed with the women overall, and a few had voices I would find irritating the second time around. But Crystal Bowersox ("Long as I Can See the Light") struck me as being an earthy, soulful original, not in the cutesie cookie-cutter mold; and Paige Miles ("Walk Away") made me sit up and take notice with her powerful voice. Those two I'd like to hear more of.

I was more attracted to the men's side - gee, wonder why - and both Lee Dewyze ("Lips of an Angel") and Michael Lynche ("It's a Man's World") impressed me with their distinctive ear-candy voices. But Aaron Kelly ("My Girl") walked away with the show, in my opinion. He sounds a bit youngish, as you might expect of a 16-year-old. But OMG what a helluva voice that boy has: he sang right to my heart. I'm betting on him at least to be one of the final two, if not the winner of the whole shootin' match.

So who are you guys rooting for?

Today's Weather Report from Texas

Sunny and 62 degrees. Spring is fixing to bust loose down here - and that's just all right with me, I tell you what.




Yeah I know the video quality sucks big time. Still looking for that video camera.

Waitin' for the Weekend

Gays Line Up for Marriage in D.C.

Gay and lesbian couples didn't let cold, drizzly weather stop them from lining up at the Washington, D.C., marriage bureau this morning to get the first same-sex marriage licenses in the nation's capital, after Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts blocked a last-minute stay requested by marriage opponents.

Cool slideshow pics here.  The mood in the courthouse was described as "giddy," as local businesses handed out cupcakes and flowers to the happy couples.   Because of the District's three-day waiting period, the first weddings won't occur until next Tuesday.

Meanwhile, the usual opponents showed up to remind us all how much God Almighty hates us and is cranking up the flames of Hell to oven-roast all us dirty queers, yada yada yada.  But you expected that, right?

Meanwhile, not only has Catholic Charities in D.C. shut down their adoption program there, beginning today they will no longer cover any new employee's spouse with insurance benefits.  Or any newly married employee's spouse.  All to keep from dealing with the nasty gays.

Catholic Charities receives $22 million a year from the city and has about 850 employees, of whom about a hundred have spousal insurance coverage.

Truck Got Stuck, For Real

So my truck wouldn't start this afternoon.  End of a long story is, had to have the starter replaced.  To the tune of five hundred bucks and change.

Which I wouldn't have minded so much if only the mechanic had looked like this.  But no such luck.

Damn.

Truck Got Stuck

Honk to my truckbuddy Arnold from Canada who sent along this little ditty to start the week with a smile.



BTW - never heard anybody call a Chevrolet a Chev before.  Down here, we just call 'em Chivolays.