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Off The Beaten Path
Jun. 22nd, 2007 08:00 pmSo today, on the way back from the range, I decided to do something different. Rather than take the twisty, cliffside, but relatively safe-if-potholed path, I paused at a little turnout that lead straight on to a desert path. Rocky, bumpy, clearly NOT safe for a sedan. But I do not drive a sedan. I drive a Jeep, the ZOT-mobile, sometimes called the TIE Jeep since when I first got it some friends and I were really into X-Wing vs. TIE Fighter.
So I jumped onto that sideroad, without any idea of where it went or how long it would take to get there or if I would still have gas in the car by the time I got off it or -- perhaps more disturbingly -- what condition my car would be in.
This last is an important consideration, since the path was (a) DEFINITELY not meant for highway cars, of which my Jeep has been since I got it, and (b) this was a trail that was most likely meant for 3- or 4-wheeled ATVs. In which case, I was risking my undercarriage.
But I got through it fine, and winded my way back to the road and headed home. And it struck me that on the way back home, that sort of thing was exactly what the Jeep was designed for. After twelve years, I finally took it off the road. And it further struck me that this is sort of why I'm out here: to do what I am, to be what I do. ❦ Doobie doobie doooo.... ❦ Eat your heart out, Sinatra. And by the way, the irony of the song in my Music tag above is not lost to me.
So, anyway, that was my philosophical rambling for the day. Still down about the lack of results of the job search, but I'm trying to be more aggressive about it. Freud said that to be a whole man, a male needs to reconcile himself with his anima, or female aspect of his personality. I don't think I have any trouble with that... unless my anima happens to be an Amazon. In which case some reconciliation might yet be in order.
Pax.
So I jumped onto that sideroad, without any idea of where it went or how long it would take to get there or if I would still have gas in the car by the time I got off it or -- perhaps more disturbingly -- what condition my car would be in.
This last is an important consideration, since the path was (a) DEFINITELY not meant for highway cars, of which my Jeep has been since I got it, and (b) this was a trail that was most likely meant for 3- or 4-wheeled ATVs. In which case, I was risking my undercarriage.
But I got through it fine, and winded my way back to the road and headed home. And it struck me that on the way back home, that sort of thing was exactly what the Jeep was designed for. After twelve years, I finally took it off the road. And it further struck me that this is sort of why I'm out here: to do what I am, to be what I do. ❦ Doobie doobie doooo.... ❦ Eat your heart out, Sinatra. And by the way, the irony of the song in my Music tag above is not lost to me.
So, anyway, that was my philosophical rambling for the day. Still down about the lack of results of the job search, but I'm trying to be more aggressive about it. Freud said that to be a whole man, a male needs to reconcile himself with his anima, or female aspect of his personality. I don't think I have any trouble with that... unless my anima happens to be an Amazon. In which case some reconciliation might yet be in order.
Pax.
