After Performance Wilmeth Interview

I was lucky enough to get an interview with beach bum Rick Wilmeth and his lovely singer wife after they mangled the beautiful John Prine song at Rick's retirement party. Rick shares his secret to success.

Terms I Am Sick of Hearing

Terms at the office I've really gotten sick of hearing:

"Deep-Dive" - supposedly means when someone is really going to spend some time getting into the technical aspects of a certain problem. Translates better as "I don't know. I'd have to get someone else to figure that out." Sometimes this term is used to put off non-technical people vaguely meaning "I don't care to try and explain it to you."

"Push-Back" - supposedly a high level term for when one department is requested to do something from another department and they have reason not to or require clarity. Used a lot when the requestor doesn't understand what he's asking for in the first place.

"Churn" - Emails, phone calls and conversations back and forth engaging many higly paid people to accomplish nothing other than "feeling" like they've accomplished something. Used reluctently buy often by the few people involved in the churn that actually could be accomplishing something.

Vincent Andrew Sanders

Rick Wilmeth's Retirement Party - Jamaica Beach

To know them is to love them.

My two favorite people sang John Prine's white trash love song and did a pretty good job too considering they'd been drinking tequila all day plus the normal one case of Busch beer for breakfast. It took me all afternoon to catch up with him.

Happy "rest of your life" Rick! Love you. (you bum)

Think. Simplify.

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Sam Hall

I was doing some quick research on the origins of the song "Sam Hall" that Johnny Cash recorded on his 2002 CASH cd.

Ask me sometime when you come by and I'll try and sing you this song about a man cursing the crowd while he's about the hung from the gallows. I've been practicing. :)

I stumbled upon this text written of a slave turned free after forty-seven years who's name was also Sam Hall. It's a very interesting, authentic and intense read. (Wow, I just described my personal ideals)

Poetry

The first poem I ever learned:

here I sit

all broken-hearted

tried to shit

but only farted

Facinated by this little diddly that I read on the inside wall of some truck-stop stall as a kid. Stuck in my mind so elequoently. I still think it's a near perfect poem. It's pretty much the only poem I could ever quote.

Remember those days when scratchings, nasty drawings and phone numbers were scrawled all over the stall walls? Those were fun days. And then you could come out to wash your hands and gawk at the little dirty machines promising sexual satisfaction for her that only cost like $.50? I always kind of wondered what little things were in there for only two quarters.

I was always curious to call one of those phone numbers and see if anybody really answered, too. I pretty much figured it was all a scam though and didn't want to waste the money or take the chance of making a call. I was always curious though. It was fun being curious and facinated about what things might lie beyond these numbers and machines and in the hearts and activities of the people who did these things.

I usually didn't stick around in these bathrooms too long. They were always kind of scary and dirty.

Now-a-days in big cubicle-ridden corporate professional America, there are no scrawlings on the bathroom walls. At least not here at my work. Grown men go into these stalls and fart big and loud and make disgusting sounds and nobody there snickers or laughs or says a thing. We all quickly do our business, wash our hands, and quickly come and go with very sober faces.

One of these days I'm going to shout out to one of these stall members, "Hey, keep it down in there will ya!?"

Then I'll have to hold my snicker as I rush back to my cubicle to hide.