quick update.
So for those of your that read this blog let me start off by appologizing for the picture of the little guy w/ the dick nose. Apparently there are folks that read this thing and my monthly data transfer limit was exceeded 5 days into the month. From what I've been told the post about the big ole' Texas wedding and the midget was quite popular around the CDC, so know if the next strain of super flu breaks out and we don't have a cure for it that it's my fault for writing something that's entertaining and kept the good people at the CDC from saving the world. My bad.
Anyway, now I'm faced w/ either upgrading services, AGAIN. Or riding it out until next month when I get my montly alotment of bandwidth to exceed. So once I get my bills taken care of for this month and set some aside for next month, if there is enough left over then I might bite the bullet and spend some more money on this thing.
OK enough of that, if any of you have been reading www.sorba.org/forum then you know that my good friend Al. took a pretty nasty spill on Bear Creek over the weekend that required some medical attention. I offered to drive him to the hospital in Jasper since I both knew where it was and had been there before. So the good docs at the hospital got Al. stitched, patched and cat scanned up, can you believe that they found a brain in that skull of his?!?! In all seriousness I'm really glad that it only required some stitches and that he wasn't hurt any worse, heal up quick bro!
Oh yeah remember me mentioning that I'd been to the hospital in Jasper before? You didn't think that I'd let you go w/out telling you that story did you? Hang on, I'm going to need either a beer or some coffee for this one...........
(I choose coffee) So back in the summer of 2000 I was doing an internship at a summer camp in Jasper, the same one I mentioned in the story of the Texas wedding. We were getting the camp ready for the summer which meant cleaning everything up and clearing out some growth that had sprung up over the last year. I inadvertanantly got myself into some poison ivey, which had never been a big deal before b/c I had never been all that alergic to it. It would come into contact with my skin and the are exposed would get a little pink, but no itching or swelling or hidieous festering boils that you see when you search google images poison ivey. Try it, I'll wait........... Pretty gnarly, isn't it?
Anyway, so I get this stuff around my eyes and apparently that was the one spot that I was alergic at b/c both of my eyes swelled shut. Down to the hospital I was sent for a cortisone (sp?) shot and back then Jasper Mountain General (as it was known) wasn't the modern picture of hospital technology that it was now, but rather something that was about 50 years past needing a renovation. All of the curtain rooms were taken so I was directed towards a gurney in the hall. From my place of honor I could see all the other patient rooms and hear what was going on, there was a little boy who needed stitches from playing with a knife and cutting his finger open. The little girl that had also gotten into some poison ivey but only needed some sort of cortizone cream for it. Then there was her, an elderly woman that with one look you could tell that she was used to seeing the insides of a hospital and with the second look at those that had brought her there, you could tell that they were sick of having to take her. She complained of chest pains and shortness of breath, while her family tried to convince her that she was going to be ok just like the time before and the time before that and the time before that. She claimed she was dying, the doctors told her is was just an upset stomach and gas and she would be fine. She called out" JESUS! I'M COMING HOME TO YOU! LIFT ME UP JESUS!" Ok now I don't want to sound like one to make fun of an old woman, but it really was funny. You could tell from the looks on her family memebers faces that they were trying to hold back laughter as well, and it wasn't the first or the last time they were going to go through this.
Finally after about three hours a nurse came by and said "OK Mr. Smith, stand up and drop 'em?" "Umm excuse me? Here? Shouldn't we go somewhere more private? I mean there are children here and while I do have a pretty sweet looking ass, are you sure that they should see that sort of thing?" (Ok I made up the part about having a sweet looking ass, which I do by the way, but the rest is true) Nope, she was on a time schedule and this was the best care that I was going to get. So bare assed and in a hallway, I got stuck. But on the bright side I was fine the next morning and could once again see.
OK so something serious here, for any of you that have ever been to Eddies Attic in Decatur to hear a show, then you have had the pleasure of hearing Shalom Aberle work the mixing board. His job for the most part is one that if done right, you barely even notice, but if wrong then it upsets everyone from the person on stage to the people at the back of the house. Shalom may very well be the Eddy Merckx of (if you don't know who that is, then you probably need to find another blog to read) Anyway, Shalom is having some health issues and like many in the independant music business, he has no health insurance to help aid the bills that are piling up. So starting last night a three night stand entitled Calling All Friends benefit series started. Many of the original attic performers and attic rats were on hand last night, Matthew Kahler, Krisitan Bush (formerly of Billy Pilgrim, now of Sugarland) Kodak Harrison and many others were on hand. I only had time to stop by to listen to the three before mentioned play, but it took me back ten years to hearing all these people play for the first time and the music that came out of that room. That music would never have sounded near as good had it not been for Shalom working night after night behind a mixing board, making sure that everyone sounded their best and the crowd got the very best performance out of the performers. So now Shalom needs our help, please folks if you're reading this, stop by Eddies Attic in Decatur and take in one of the shows and give some money to help Shalom out. Thurs nights show promises to be something special with Pierce Pettis stopping by and rumours of a few suprise guests as well.
POAS,
Matt-
Anyway, now I'm faced w/ either upgrading services, AGAIN. Or riding it out until next month when I get my montly alotment of bandwidth to exceed. So once I get my bills taken care of for this month and set some aside for next month, if there is enough left over then I might bite the bullet and spend some more money on this thing.
OK enough of that, if any of you have been reading www.sorba.org/forum then you know that my good friend Al. took a pretty nasty spill on Bear Creek over the weekend that required some medical attention. I offered to drive him to the hospital in Jasper since I both knew where it was and had been there before. So the good docs at the hospital got Al. stitched, patched and cat scanned up, can you believe that they found a brain in that skull of his?!?! In all seriousness I'm really glad that it only required some stitches and that he wasn't hurt any worse, heal up quick bro!
Oh yeah remember me mentioning that I'd been to the hospital in Jasper before? You didn't think that I'd let you go w/out telling you that story did you? Hang on, I'm going to need either a beer or some coffee for this one...........
(I choose coffee) So back in the summer of 2000 I was doing an internship at a summer camp in Jasper, the same one I mentioned in the story of the Texas wedding. We were getting the camp ready for the summer which meant cleaning everything up and clearing out some growth that had sprung up over the last year. I inadvertanantly got myself into some poison ivey, which had never been a big deal before b/c I had never been all that alergic to it. It would come into contact with my skin and the are exposed would get a little pink, but no itching or swelling or hidieous festering boils that you see when you search google images poison ivey. Try it, I'll wait........... Pretty gnarly, isn't it?
Anyway, so I get this stuff around my eyes and apparently that was the one spot that I was alergic at b/c both of my eyes swelled shut. Down to the hospital I was sent for a cortisone (sp?) shot and back then Jasper Mountain General (as it was known) wasn't the modern picture of hospital technology that it was now, but rather something that was about 50 years past needing a renovation. All of the curtain rooms were taken so I was directed towards a gurney in the hall. From my place of honor I could see all the other patient rooms and hear what was going on, there was a little boy who needed stitches from playing with a knife and cutting his finger open. The little girl that had also gotten into some poison ivey but only needed some sort of cortizone cream for it. Then there was her, an elderly woman that with one look you could tell that she was used to seeing the insides of a hospital and with the second look at those that had brought her there, you could tell that they were sick of having to take her. She complained of chest pains and shortness of breath, while her family tried to convince her that she was going to be ok just like the time before and the time before that and the time before that. She claimed she was dying, the doctors told her is was just an upset stomach and gas and she would be fine. She called out" JESUS! I'M COMING HOME TO YOU! LIFT ME UP JESUS!" Ok now I don't want to sound like one to make fun of an old woman, but it really was funny. You could tell from the looks on her family memebers faces that they were trying to hold back laughter as well, and it wasn't the first or the last time they were going to go through this.
Finally after about three hours a nurse came by and said "OK Mr. Smith, stand up and drop 'em?" "Umm excuse me? Here? Shouldn't we go somewhere more private? I mean there are children here and while I do have a pretty sweet looking ass, are you sure that they should see that sort of thing?" (Ok I made up the part about having a sweet looking ass, which I do by the way, but the rest is true) Nope, she was on a time schedule and this was the best care that I was going to get. So bare assed and in a hallway, I got stuck. But on the bright side I was fine the next morning and could once again see.
OK so something serious here, for any of you that have ever been to Eddies Attic in Decatur to hear a show, then you have had the pleasure of hearing Shalom Aberle work the mixing board. His job for the most part is one that if done right, you barely even notice, but if wrong then it upsets everyone from the person on stage to the people at the back of the house. Shalom may very well be the Eddy Merckx of (if you don't know who that is, then you probably need to find another blog to read) Anyway, Shalom is having some health issues and like many in the independant music business, he has no health insurance to help aid the bills that are piling up. So starting last night a three night stand entitled Calling All Friends benefit series started. Many of the original attic performers and attic rats were on hand last night, Matthew Kahler, Krisitan Bush (formerly of Billy Pilgrim, now of Sugarland) Kodak Harrison and many others were on hand. I only had time to stop by to listen to the three before mentioned play, but it took me back ten years to hearing all these people play for the first time and the music that came out of that room. That music would never have sounded near as good had it not been for Shalom working night after night behind a mixing board, making sure that everyone sounded their best and the crowd got the very best performance out of the performers. So now Shalom needs our help, please folks if you're reading this, stop by Eddies Attic in Decatur and take in one of the shows and give some money to help Shalom out. Thurs nights show promises to be something special with Pierce Pettis stopping by and rumours of a few suprise guests as well.
POAS,
Matt-
