Day 39
1/28/2006
...if the good Lord's willin' and the creek don't rise.
-- Sign off of the Tennessee Ernie Ford show, mid 50's. His most famous song is 16 Tons, about a coal miner.
...so I became a coal miner. Their exams were not so rigorous. They asked only one question: "What's your name?".
-- Part of a skit from Beyond the Fringe, a satirical review from the mid 50's
Take a right at the end of the tunnel. Whether going under international borders, down to where the good
coal is, or through someone's carpi, these passages passing into the formerly solid confines of Terra
Del Firma counterpoint danger and discovery. To eschew the thin skin of top crust for haughty heights
or dingy depths is to fight back your altitudially-based fears and risk post-vertical depression.
Once immersed in the trenches of the blogosphere, however, disquieting minds want to know where dim-of-the-yard
bones are buried. Sub-stratum discourse generates the worm-spinning current of
gutter-grouse humor or word-clay to please yonder groundlings.
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