Heaven n' Home
CAR 29 has come with it's own set of rituals. This may be more of a chant, but recently I've noticed myself saying to myself "in the car Gord"... "...get in the car!" – The way I've figured it is it's having the effect of reminding myself to not let myself drift too far away or out of the CAR, letting my thinking get beyond the car too too much. It's also a self imposed safety reminder I supose. One oddness around this, after saying this to myself I find myself either singing or humming an ancient favorite Talking Heads song, "Heaven". It's become a sort of, or maybe kind of the CAR 29 theme song... this oddness is further adds to another inasmuch as how, long before I ever got into CAR 29, I'd so often find myself singing or humming another ancient favorite Talking Heads song, "This Must Be The Place", which starts with the word... home.
There's no question that CAR 29 is, or at least has become a very large part of what I've been calling the re-uninvention of myself. I've said to more than one fare "...you are witnessing the end of a 25+ year digital marketing career"; I often exclaim how much I dig this gig and how it's allowed me to pitch my past in the trash bin and unchain myself from the desktop. Of course, this is a bit of an exaggeration, it's more one of those "ice breakers" that works more than not. More often than not this admission of not so much defeat but rather drastic change prompts an interesting admission on the part of the gal in the back seat... Re-uninventing myself... ancient favorite Talking Heads songs... the sites n' smells of moldering leaves and that certain algae that blooms along the shores in this part of the upper side n' lower end of the Great Lakes... home?
When asked ages ago, I used to describe my concept of heaven as the place one holds in their friends, family and loved one's memories after passing. In many ways this fits and is consistent with my current theology... although religion and politics, contrary to stated policy, do find themselves in CAR 29 from time to time, there's little room for my current theology here, at this time. This is simply another of the lala snippets far too happy a story from the, oh I suppose what some day may be looked back upon as the honeymoon phase of this routine job with the opportunity for pleasant surprises; the pitching out of aged old objectives and ideas of what I might get on up to with the rest of my time here... the re-uninventing oneself...
Listen... have you ever had that fantasy where you are sent back in time, you end up as yourself say 25+ years (or more) ago, only knowing all that you know now?
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, and so much fun.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.