About This Week…
July 7, 2009
Oh my, I feel terrible.
I’m not sick or anything. Unless guilt is a sickness.
Yes, I’m being told from my Jewish wife, guilt is, indeed, a sickness.
So I’m sick from feeling terrible about guilt. Are we clear? Good.
Because I had to leave you – dear readers – hanging there on a rather dubious holiday weekend post. It was nothing I was even that interested in posting in the first place. I was just bored, had too much coffee and found myself letting an hour or two slip away in the rabbit hole of YouTube.
Don’t act like you’re better than that. Because, after all, you’re still here.
And where am I? Busy, of course. Really busy.
But that doesn’t tell you where I am. It only proclaims the cultural necessity of proclaiming busy-ness, no matter the truth.
I could be busy drinking coffee for all you know. Or busy being not very busy, which I think they call being anxious. But it can still feel very, very busy. Trust me.
But I’m not drinking coffee right now and I’m not feeling particularly anxious.
I could be traveling back from Los Angeles after live-blogging the Michael Jackson funeral.
It was amazing, too. I went for several reasons: Live-blogging, of course. But also to see the stars and to make sure for myself that Michael was really dead.
It may seem odd but I’ve always felt a connection to Michael Jackson. You see, we’re both dancers. And we’re both Michaels. Two-for-two if you’re keeping score at home.
Michael Jackson was a moon-walker from Detroit. But Michael Colby was a clogger from Iowa. Both dancers, both Michaels. It’s a connection no matter how you look at it.
Or maybe not. The clogging, that is. And the trip to L.A.
Besides, I hate to travel.
But no matter how much I hate to travel, I am traveling. Or, to be more precise, I traveled. By car. Down through the Mad River Valley, over the Appalachian Gap, and straight to the shores of Lake Champlain. With family.
Yep, that’s it. I’m on the Broad Lake this week. Which means Broadsides will be a bit spotty as a result.
And that, my friends, is the truth.
Thanks for playing.
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would that be BASIN HARBOR? Whose paying? DADDY? check out the rates at BH’s website. i want to see Moike in a bow tie.
with just a little more practice…
http://bit.ly/13rUz9
Wrong again, Boots, Because horse loggers don’t wear bow ties.
But it’s good to see you’ve learned how to use capital letters. What’s next, coherent thoughts? I can hardly wait.
Love,
Moike at the Lake
Say hello to Champ. He’s not a liberal-fuck. Meanwhile, Bob McNamara found his light at the end of the tunnel. But nobody wants to talk about Bob cause he represents how things are run in this country of corporations. Michael Jackson and Sarah Palin are the more entertaining dead people–well, she is, after all, brain-dead.
Hello, you CIA spooks!
And yo too, Elvis!
Hey, Michael, find out from Champ if the CIA’s been after him. (her, it, whatever)
I’m back. And Champ IS a liberal-fuck, Peter. Because he’s nothing but a dreamy image in the minds of those who want to “believe.”
Perhaps they should change his name to “Obama.”
Or Nader. Hmmmm. CIA…Nader, 1959–1965 (Unsafe At Any Speed?) Did the CIA fund Ralph to cover up for Kennedy? Holy Sheepshit!! Did the CIA kill Michael Jackson? Tune in next week.