Sweet Georgia On My Mind…

For the past few days, I have had an awakening.

First, let me say, when you take away the cell phone, the laptop, the wireless connection, and a few other of life’s necessities, you are ultimately left with one valuable piece of gear…your thoughts.  I’m not the one who needs to be connected–ahumph!, let me rephrase that. I’m not the one who needs to be constantly connected to the Net and in fact, oftentimes I’m not connected even when I am not in the middle of the woods with only the creak of the hardwood or the crickets to keep me company. For example, when I sleep at night, I am generally not connected to the Net or browsing blogs. When I am working, I am generally not connected nor have any inclination to connect. Lastly, when I am getting busy, the idea of checking my email is the last thing on my mind.

Let’s just say, camping in the mountains of northern Georgia made a true Man out of me and if anything, I learned that the other half isn’t that far off from my own half.

I also learned that it’s great to just sit and not talk or listen or make impressions that you’re doing either. I love the idea of not making sense of the world because when we are bombarded with the noise and mixture of voices, we often find ourselves becoming lazy in our own minds, and quietly learning to never leave our comfort zones. I learned that in most sense of how I grow, we learn to become funnels, and not filters, and the paradigm we find ourselves in becomes more noise than anything. The camping experience was salty to the taste and incredibly rough to the touch but exactly what I needed, in this time,  and in my personal steps toward personal glory.

So, thank you Georgia for giving me back to myself.

I promise to revisit our meeting again one day.

M.C. Davis

Can I Get A Wha Wha!!

you know, Washington DC creeps me out…

The other day I was walking down a very busy DC street, with a very cute and impressionable dog (Sammy) begging for the slightest of attention from any animate object in tow, and all of a sudden, someone spoke to me without any provocation from me.

“Hi…”

I spoke back with an almost shuddering effect, which I’m sure creeped her out but when she left, I sort of stood there looking at the world as if I was the last guy standing. Needless to say, I was shocked and immediately wanted to take the leash from Sammy, and tie it around the neck of the woman quietly smiling. Peraps she would have liked that because, you know, I’m in that part of town but after a second glance, I realized this part of the city was perhaps a detour to her part of the city.

I didn’t do that.

In fact, this whole scene took about two seconds out of my life but it felt like a millennium had passed.

Now, just to bring a slight historical perspective to this story.

I love Maine and the people of Maine, not only because I feel safe around them, but more so because when someone asks how you are doing, I have a general feeling that their concern is sincere, honest, and incredibly heartfelt. In DC, this is not the case–or at least in my experiences this far. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything DC has to offer: the history, the culture, the community of diverse people, the fact that there are all night diners, blah blah blah, but there is just a distance that I have yet to understand when it comes to the people you encounter. I could go on and on in the characters I’ve come across but for sake of blog megabyte space and complete boredom, I won’t . What I will say is that my goal is to be objective, and find my one”Russ Jones” here.

…I think that’s a tall order.

Right now, hanging at a local coffee shop and sniffing wireless packets in the area. I know, baaaad network engineer! I know, I know, but I’m just scanning to let people know that there wireless networks needs to be more secure. I already have the mailer loaded up for the notices to go out…

Really…

M.C. Davis

She Looka Like A Man!

well, at least in the dark she did.

It was a lonely night in Maine the snow had just started to fall. We met up with some friends at a local art gallery opening and over wine, cheese, and conversation, our night had just started. After the Mayor’s speech, the ribbon ceremony, we all felt the spirit of something incredible happening.

Then we left. What transpired next was most likely the most bizarre scene I’ve ever experienced.

Troy and I went to a Drag King show!

The next two hours was filled with laughter beyond belief, insane women that looked like every type of man imaginable, and of course, a drag Queen to represent the dim minority of drag queens present. The show was incredible and despite my familiarity with lesbians, I found the show and the people sexy and hot to the touch. There were bare-breasted women, goatees and sideburns, and flying coochies in every direction. Troy and I laughed like we were dancing into the night air and believe me, to get us to dance like that is a true feat in itself. I don’t think I will ever look at a lesbian the same way…well, at least not a clothed lesbian. What came out of that incredible night was a true respect for art and culture and the indelible truth in sharing your soul with an audience full of strangers.

Afterwards, we walked home in the snow and made our way to the couch for some movie and ice cream time. After which, the night had ended.

A great night, with great company, and with an awesome best friend to share it with. Do you think there is a God?

Yep, there is.

M.C. Davis