Neanderpundit

Inspired by this, from the blog d’ellison, I am reminded of an earlier time, a time when I was in the beginning of my machinist’s apprenticeship.

I had my first almost-new car, a late 70’s Chevy Caprice, and I learned after I bought it that it had been ordered, but not delivered, as an Indiana Police Interceptor. A very nice, and very fast car. The very first car I ever owned, for instance, with Air Conditioning. Power Windows (that worked!)

Anyway, on my way home from work one warm summer’s night, I’m sitting in the left turn lane waiting for my light to go green, and digging, so to speak, for gold.

See, the Coke Plant, where I worked, had such a dusty atmosphere that you constantly grew large, crusty hard boogers. That’s what boogers are for, by the way, they trap particles of crap from entering your lungs. The amount of fine coal dust I breathed was one of many reasons I left the place, I didn’t want to end up with Miner’s lung like so many of my co-workers had.

Anyway, I’m sitting in my Chevy, and I have my left index finger up my nose to the second knuckle (I’ve often thought, there’s your proof of the existence of a creator, everyone’s finger fits their own nose perfectly)and I extract something that, frankly, doesn’t look like it could have come out of my head.
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For about fifteen years, I’ve been renting cars. For most of that time, they’ve had CD players. For all of that time, I’ve mixed and burned my own CD’s when I was travelling, and most of the time, left them in the rental car.

None of them has had any value, of course, other than the cost of the CD, so I never thought anything of leaving them there.

Most of the time, they’ve been pretty schizophrenic. Last one I left had Burt Bacharach’s “Casino royale”. “Ass like that” from Eminem. “Hilbilly Hula Gal” by Junior Brown. ” “ode to joy”. “eine keine nachtmusik” “Lake Shore Drive” by Aleota, Haynes, and Jeremiah. You get the picture. Whatever appeals to me at the time, that’s what I listen to. Ioften wonder what the next famioy thinks who rents that pickup, or minivan.

Anyway, there’s a radio station that does the schizophrenic dance mix now, and it’s apparently all over north America: Jack FM. Like your ipod on shuffle.

They’re probably in your town, check ’em out. The juxtaposition of songs is often amazing.