It’s a slow morning at work. The last thing someone as weird and anxious as me needs, is plenty of time and idle hands. I purposely get into work an hour earlier than everyone. The reasons for this is; time to read, time to write, and time to think.
I often call myself a robot or a robot-human hybrid. This is part truth because I think I’m wired much differently than most of you. It’s part fiction, because I choose something sarcastically symbolic as cybernetics to highlight my oddness despite the fact I have parents, birth certificate, blood, and guts. I am unlike my wife, kids, friends, parents, and coworkers. Very much so.
The clock read 8 o’clock a.m. and while waiting for phone calls to be returned and emails to be answered, I looked down at my notebook and saw me changing the lyrics to Bob Dylan’s All Along The Watchtower, to “make them better”. Really, dude? It’s Uncle Bob. He is “better”. The man took some phrases from The Book of Isaiah, poeticized them, and wrote an allegory about the evils of the music business juxapositioned against the freedom art provides. For a moment in time I thought I could make Bob’s words clearer.
I want to know the identities of the joker and thief. Many people think it’s Jesus and the thief across from him on the cross. Others insist it’s Dylan and Elvis (who was accused of stealing his act from black musicians). I want the joker to be the people who “get it” and the thief to be people “who don’t get it”. I want the song to be a battle cry for people who think like I do against people who don’t me and the few of my kind.
I’m reading about the Penn State situation and not grasping why everyone involved isn;t fired or imprisoned. We had a referendum on Sunday alcohol sales that 20 voting places including my county, Gwinnett in suburban Atlanta, Georgia, passed. I’m shaking my head at why where I live could be so backward at not providing the choice to voters before now. I look at the Billboard 100 music charts and think to myself, “is everyone stupid?”
My friend Tara wrote something today taht you all should read several times over: http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com/2011/11/09/stay-real/ It’s really well done and I don’t want to spoil the reading goodness, but what Tara and in a different, I’m saying, is thank you Al Gore for the internets. Instead of a rubber room with crayons, juice boxes, and plastic untensils, I get to blog in central heat and air with an occasional burrito to almost 100 people a day who are as crazy as I am. *waving*
“There must be some way out of here” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion”, I can’t get no relief.
That’s perfect, no need to deal with it any more, robot boy. It’s definitely a 2 pill day for me, today.
Today’s song is obvious. I want you to pay attention to the words so Jimi Hendrix’s version will wait for another day. Here’s the greatest songwriter of all time, Bob Dylan, with All Along The Watchtower.