new age vikings task force
The complete assortment of events in the past few days leave me exhausted. If I had three arms and four legs, I would likely still be behind; not to mention being left with some extra appendages. Work is a rush; the BRCC band schedule is brutal; and school emails are rushing at me without remorse.
In spite of the chaos, or reality, there are a few things that have preserved my sanitary. Um… rather, “sanity”. Or maybe they haven’t, but I should recap nevertheless.
While in le Jetta, I had a shocking case of deja vu in the greater Lynchburg area. In my high school years, I remember driving along a certain street and laughing hysterically as I saw a hubcap launch off of an auto and roll down the street. Now, with the introduction of “spinnerz”, it’s not uncommon to see rolling wheels when vehicles are otherwise stationary. Yet, just yesterday, on the same street as in the past, I saw a vehicle lose a hubcap. But the best part about it was my point-of-view of the ordeal. The hubcap jumped off the wheel in motion, and to my eye, appeared to be rolling right along beside the vehicle once it was released. That was classic. And brought back good memories. Bringing back good memories can retain sanity.
Returning from another long evening of BRCC band excitement, another deja vu occurred. A lone lightning bug, scuttered its way into my path, lit up into brilliance, and then dispatched its guts upon my windshield in full radiance. This happened in precisely the same manner just over a year ago. Back then, though, it caused me to become reminiscent as my birthday was ever-nearing. This time, however, I winced at the impact and reminded myself to install those lightning bug warning flashers on my car to avoid further casualties.
In high school, there was a band called New Age Vikings. Its existence has since faded, but the prime life of the band was in my senior year. New Age Vikings was a large band that played great alternative ska/rock. Large as in twice the size of The Polyphonic Spree, and alternative ska/rock as in the type of good tunes only underground local bands produce. A few days ago, I received a call from the lead singer of NAV. Random. Random but pleasant, and it, once again, brought back a slew of memories involving bowling allies, Tigger costumes, and recovery task forces. I reach the conclusion that, once again, good memories preserve sanity.
Even still, I’m not all together sure if I do, in fact, have my sanity with me at all times. Perhaps, I left it at Barnes & Noble on Monday. I mean, I was considering buying an audio DVD. And I don’t even own a DVD player.