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Chasing The American Dream

February 28, 2005


The Great GazooPosted by Hello

I was reading Aly the other day. On 2/19/05, she listed 37 topics she could be blogging on. I told her I didn't know how she did it? How did she think of all those topics? I told her I can't ever 'think' of things to write about. They just come to me out of nowhere. You know, my friend Gazoo zaps me. Well Aly, he's done it again.

Women have been on my mind constantly. I guess that's not unusual for a man, huh? Heck, I've been boring you and sniveling to you about my women woes forever and a day now. But hey, they are a huge part of my past, present, and (hopefully) future!

Let me ask you a question, if I may? Whether you're in your car or just walking around, do you often wonder what the hell those silly-looking runners/joggers, with their shorts, tank tops, and headphones, are actually thinking? They look so focused, serious, in form, striding away. What *is* going on in those brains of theirs? Here's the answer for *one* of those funky joggers.

I love my Sunday run. I take a special route through the beautifully landscaped area we Plantationers call Jacaranda. I put on my iPod and off I went. It occurs very often, Aly. I'm running, headphones are on, and then Gazoo taps me on the shoulder. Posting idea formed. Shaped during the run. Composed afterwards. That's the silly formula.

The first song I heard on my shuffling iPod was "Run," by Snow Patrol. My mind instantly flashed back to Alice. I've given you pieces to her puzzle. I'll soon get to the rest of the story in future posts, don't worry. "Run" was a song I gave to her along with "Somewhere Only We Know." They were our songs. Sadly, I guess they always *will* be because it's hard to erase and wipe completely clean the memories that go along with those songs.

Next, I heard "Favorite Color," by One Less Reason. This song came out right after Alice dumped me. "I will always love you, take the me out of you. A lot of people are going to be disappointed when they find out, I love you and I need you." How appropriate. I shook my head as I ran. It's as if the iPod had a mind of its own.

"All the Small Things," by Blink 182 came on next. I always laugh to myself when I hear the line, "Late night, come home. Work sucks, I know." So me, me, me. Next came "Shit Town," by Live. Another smile snuck out of my as I jogged. I always smile when I think about my date at the Live concert. Disappointingly so, I still haven't seen that girl since.

"All Apologies," by Nirvana. Unplugged. Kurt's anguish. No way I can relate to his. No way mine can measure up to his. But I've got my own nonetheless. I thought about all I've been through. A lot. All I've overcome mentally. A lot. The jogging part of my run was over now. It was time to walk the last mile home.

Heard "Statues," by The Rising. There are probably five people in the country who've heard this song and that's because I sent them my CDs. A truly beautiful song. It made me think of broken relationships.

Next came an 80s classic. "No One Like You," by The Scorpions. Although I've never done it, I imagined it would be a great song to make love to. The mind can go really crazy on this one. I guess they all flashed by my mind.

Remember my Tag music list? Remember what I said about "Tupelo Honey?" Maybe Esther *was* right?

I turned into my apartment complex just as Lindsey Buckingham started jamming on his guitar. I was thinking he is a very underrated guitar player. I dorkily started air guitarring "Big Love." Fleetwood Mac gets the credit, but it's totally a Lindsey solo. Great song. Maybe Esther *was* right?

There you have it. From the mind of a crazy headphoned-wearing jogger. Oh. The title. You wanna know who the girl is whose got those measurements, right? C'mon people! Get your mind outta the gutter. 38 minutes. 26.36 seconds. The jogging time on my dorky jogging watch as I walked in the door!


  • A shoutout on Chasing the American Dream? Holla!

    I've always thought that joggers were thinking "I hate this. This sucks. I am miserable and I cannot believe I was crazy enough go on this run."

    But maybe that's because I'm not a big fan of running.

    By Blogger A, at 8:44 AM, February 28, 2005  

  • I do not know who the Great Gazoo is.

    By Blogger Amanda, at 9:48 AM, February 28, 2005  

  • With no exception. Ever. In my entire life of 35 (soon to be 36) years, have I seen a runner/jogger who actually enjoyed what she/he was doing. Perhaps it's the face of concentration? I don't know...but so far, in my experience, they all have that awesome diahreea face--you know the kind. Again, perhaps that's what human beings look like when they're concentrating (particulary running). But no, all in all, to me they look like they're ready to have massive heart failure.

    By Blogger Bubbles, Ink., at 10:21 AM, February 28, 2005  

  • Sometimes I'm right. It actually happens. But in this case, I have NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

    By Blogger Esther Kustanowitz, at 11:24 AM, February 28, 2005  

  • My posts always come to me while I'm walking/jogging, too. I don't ever consciously think about it, but the words come into my head and start to form sentences and, by the time I get home, it's ready to type. Freaky, isn't it?

    By Blogger Denise, at 2:01 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • I have no idea how anything enters my mind, incubates, then spews out. All I know is I better be prepared. I used to write on the subway, stuck in traffic, in coffee shops, even while directing live TV for the big boys. One eye on the monitors, one eye on the page. Almost got fired for reading Hunter S. Thompson's letters while directing Chris Mathews' "Hardball." That would've made for a dandy--but, alas, no. They decided to keep me. Swine! And I decided to stay. Coward!

    By Blogger Bubbles, Ink., at 3:07 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • Ooo, I am so going to get arsed for this, but I have to say it: having women constantly on the mind is quite an efficacious deterrent to any kind of circumspect, lucid thought.

    Let the flogging begin.

    By Blogger Bubbles, Ink., at 3:41 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • Why the anticipation of flogging, Robotnik?! I perceive that impact as a compliment! It's quite a testament to that other person if they can jar your world so as to make you devoid of any logical, coherent thoughts!

    By Blogger JuRiScHiCk, at 3:51 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • Yes, now re-reading, I do realize there are indeed two ways to take that. One is your way. I suppose people can choose to believe either.

    Damn...I'm so full of double-speak, ain't I. Ain't I though?

    By Blogger Bubbles, Ink., at 4:56 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • yep, I'm always miserable while jogging, too (A).

    My thoughts while jogging: Ow, my side hurts. Ow, my shin hurts. Ewww do I feel the fat on my leg wiggling? Hmmm, what should I make for dinner tonight? Or maybe I should get taco bell? yum. I can't breathe. It's been 4 and a half minutes... that's IT? Feels like an hour! Jeez! *gasp gasp*

    Which is why I always pick kickboxing/step/aerobics and weightlifting over jogging. Short attention span.

    LOVE your mix of music! I love a lot of the old ones you have... I can never think of those come CD-making time. You give me good ideas :)

    By Blogger girl from florida, at 6:18 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • Robotnik...you'd make Orwell proud! And FYI, I *like* my interpretation! And I'm stickin' to it!! :)

    By Blogger JuRiScHiCk, at 6:28 PM, February 28, 2005  


    PEE-PULL, the iPod removes all your jogging boredom and fears and occupies your mind completely. Time flies. I was never a jogger. Hated it. Repeat, hated it. Now I actually look forward to it. Just me and the music. A little alone time. It's actually fun now. You guyz gotta get yourself one. So LX, I am now a happy jogger. JC, you sure you wanna get into a literary discussion with our resident expert? Denise, seems to work for me, too. Esther, see next post.

    By Blogger Plantation, at 7:41 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • I do wonder what those serious runners are thinkning.....the bicyclists too (the ones with all the spandex and pads).

    By Blogger Lyss, at 9:05 PM, February 28, 2005  

  • Wow, I can't believe you used the word beautiful in the same sentence as Jacaranda and Plantation. Did you happen to see Pine Island this morning? This place blows.

    By Anonymous Kat, at 10:28 AM, March 01, 2005  

  • The thoughts that usually cross my mind while running consist of the following~~~
    "cant breaaaaaaaaaaaathhhhheeeee, cant breaaaaaaaaaathhhhhhhheeeee" or " how far have I gone? oh shit, only 2 minutes? is that enough?" "cant breaaaaaaaaaaaathhhhhhhhhe" rinse/repeat...I suck at jogging, I wish I could get the hang of it! i tried running with the mp3 player, but i couldnt hear myself breathing, or gasping for air.

    By Blogger Dazed, at 1:05 PM, March 01, 2005  

  • I'm too busy laughing at Dazed to articulate my next comment. Must compose myself.


    Add "this sports bra is NOT doing its job" and you've got me while jogging.

    By Blogger Esther Kustanowitz, at 1:07 PM, March 01, 2005  

  • In high school and college we called going out for a run, "chasing mailboxes." God knows why really. It's not like we were really chasing mailboxes or even counting mailboxes as we past them for the matter...

    I forgot my whole point in sharing this.

    sod it.

    By Blogger Amanda, at 7:29 PM, March 01, 2005  


    Kat, what's up with traffic in the 'hood? I'm in Naples where the traffic totally sux.

    Lyss/Dazed/Esther, I'm tellin' ya, the secret's in the iPod.

    Amanda, Can you pass me whatever it is you're drinking?

    By Blogger Plantation, at 10:10 PM, March 01, 2005  

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