Up Is the New Down

The Common Man believes that Procrast is a wonderful nation in which to vacation at the end of a semester. In an age when there is so much out there to see and do, how can a person not willfully get distracted from mundane chores such as paper writing. Indeed, writing has been gleefully interupted by cleaning and the NFL draft and laundry and a Twins game, house guests and, now, a blog entry.

The Uncommon Wife's little cousin is attending Penn State as a freshman this coming school year and she and her mother are visiting for the evening in the anticipation of getting a tour and turning in paperwork in the morning. This is a perfect opportunity for more procrastination, as The Common Man is looking forward to remembering what hopeful, uncynical exuberance was like.

Anyway, there are certainties in this world. Things that are absolutely sure bets on which everyone can agree. The world is round. The sun will come up tomorrow. If you throw a ball into the air, it will eventually land. There are WMDs in Iraq (it's a slam dunk!) And Journey is way better than Styx.

Until today, The Common Man thought that roads were solid, permanent things that would be our most lasting legacy upon this earth, in the way that you can still see places where wagons passed along the Oregon Trail. That is why The Common Man finds this so disillusioning. That the road in front of The Common Man could buckle and crumble and melt is shocking and befuddling. The world is flat and "Come Sail Away" is stuck on repeat.

Oh well, it's up to you, dirty diapers and McDonalds styrofoam containers, to carry on after this society is gone and everyone moves to The Common Mania.