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Wednesday, June 14, 2006




Why I'm a Dork: Part I

Okay, I've accepted the fact, after many a year, that I am, in fact, a complete & utter dork. Not only have I accepted it, I've embraced it. Had I only realized this much earlier, life would've been so much easier. I would've had no delusions of grandeur. High school would have been easier. College would have been easier. Post-college would've been...well, post-college would've been about the same.

Here's the reasons why I'm a dork, I'm sure I'll think of other reasons at a later date:

My cd's are in alphabetical order. I have over 400, I must be able to find a Mississippi John Hurt album quickly.

I've seen Bob Dylan in concert 11 times, twice I've seen him on two consecutive nights. The new album is being released on August 29 & I'll probably take the day off from work.

I played a game yesterday for the first time that a friend introduce me to called "geo-cache" & now am hooked. I'd tell you about it, but you are all "muggles" & I'd have to kill you if I told you. The fact that I referred to you all as "muggles" should be reason #1 that I'm a dork, but I'll leave that up to you.

I'm known at two "watering holes" by my first name, & these are places where people under the age of 40 are seldomly seen.

I'd rather watch "Cosby Show" re-runs than any of these newfangled reality shows, or any other tv show, for that matter.

I own just about every "Muppet" movie ever made.

I visit "The Bookman" weekly.

I've ranked the cashier's at the D&W grocery store where I visit almost daily (it's right across the parking lot from my store) from favorite to least favorite. Gina & Big Red are my favorites, by the way. A gal named Deb gets me a good discount on mashed potatoes.

I have a blog. Blogs are dorky by nature, no offense to you fellow bloggers, embrace your dorkiness!

I don't like hotels for the simple fact that I have to sleep in sheets that complete strangers have slept in.

I open doors in public places with my shirt sleeve or my elbow, although I think I have my old man to blame for this one.

I'm wondering whether or not the dog barking across the street right now will keep me awake tonight.

I have a favorite pen, it's called the uni-ball Vision fine. I must have one at work at all times.

I'm proud of the fact that I haven't bought anything from McDonald's in at least four years.

I have many paint color numbers memorized. Dover White? 6385. Nomadic Desert? 6107. Believable Buff? 6120. Barn? 8380. Need I go on?

Philip Larkin, the biggest depressed, angry, bitter, lonely dork of all time, is my favorite poet.

I think that old chair that the old man sits on in "Frasier" is very stylish.

That's all for today. Man, that was cathartic.

Five Favorite Songs of the Day

New Madrid-Uncle Tupelo, Anodyne

I've probably listened to this song a few hundred times over the last year. All my daydreams are disasters, she's the one I think I love...

Property of Jesus-Bob Dylan, Shot of Love

what happened to the real you? you've been captured but by whom?

In the Summertime-Bob Dylan, Shot of Love

I need to listen to this song more often, what an underrated little gem of a song. I remember listening to this song on the way to my parent's church. Coincidentally, my dad spoke about a gift he recieved from his grandmother that he was emberassed about. If my memory serves me correctly, it was a keychain in the shape of a pair of praying hands that he got for his sixteenth birthday that he hid from his friends. Isn't this a common sin for many Christians, being ashamed of our faith, of our family who've instilled this faith in us? Isn't this what caused Peter to deny Jesus three times?

Anyway, this song celebrates our great gift, & ignores that which makes us want to deny it. I'll never forget that sermon, & I'll never forget this song.

I'm still carrying that gift you gave, it's a part of me now, it's been cherished & saved. It'll be with me until the grave, & on unto eternity...

This song contains one of my favorite lyrics, which isnt' really a Bob Dylan lyric at all, I'm sure it comes from the Bible, but I'm not sure of the verse.

all that suffering is not to be compared to the glory that is to be...

Sixteen, Maybe Less-Iron & Wine/Calexico, In the Reins

A History of Lovers-Iron & Wine/Calexico, In the Reins

Today's blog is brought to you by No Depression magazine, surveying the past, present & future of American Music! This is the only magazine that will proudly display a Lee Oskar harmonica!

Happy Wednesday, friends, I hope your happy with who you are, wherever you are!

andrew

5 comments:

Joyce said...

What a loveable, believable dork. Your blog keeps lifting me higher. Thanks, I really mean it, thank you Andrew. May we all have the true blessing of spending time with dorks like you.

Joyce said...

I'm really looking forward to Part 2.

Pam said...

You're "dorkiness" has been praised far and wide. Before I even got to read it, I heard about it from two people. It's a classic! I agree with Joyce--your "dorkiness" is a true blessing! RWDYA - Remember whose dork you are!

Pam said...

I had to look up "muggles" and either we're all "unimaginative and often unpleasant adults, who neither understand children nor care to"; or we're "non-geocachers who are unaware of the games existence". Now, I know about the game and I love kids (even if I don't always understand them)--so you don't have to kill me, Andy!

andrew said...

it's the latter. if you see two dorks digging through a pile of leaves with a gps system, just leave 'em be!

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