Russ

There is a Copier Repair Man that sometimes pays a visit to my workplace. His name is Russ, and he was born to be a cowboy. His complexion is leathered and his eyes are glinty. Handlebar moustaches rest poorly on most men’s faces, but the one on Russ says “no other manner of appearance could exist.” I have no way to know if Russ smokes, but to look at him is to see a person who clearly has a softpack of Marlboro Reds about his person.

The cowboy of our mythology is a man never at ease with society, but always at ease with himself. So it is with Russ. He carries himself in a way that suggest that while he is incapable of friendliness, he wishes to show people their due respect. He is a man apart.

Men like Russ the Copier Guy are a rare breed. Our country has been tamed since the age of the cowboy. But I believe that Russ lives free, incapable of even seeing the cages the rest of us allow ourselves to be locked into. He’s just going to fix our copiers.
That’s the man he is.

Originally published at The Triangle. You can comment here or there.

Russ

There is a copier repair man that sometimes pays a visit to my
workplace. His name is Russ, and he was born to be a cowboy. His
complexion is leathered and his eyes are glinty. Handlebar moustaches
rest poorly on most men’s faces, but the one on Russ says “no other
manner of appearance could exist.” I have no way to know if Russ
smokes, but to look at him is to see a person who clearly has a
softpack of Marlboro Reds about his person.

The cowboy of our mythology is a man never at ease with society, but
always at ease with himself. So it is with Russ. He carries himself
in a way that suggest that while he is incapable of friendliness, he
wishes to show people their due respect. He is a man apart.

Men like Russ the Copier Guy are a rare breed. Our country has been
tamed since the age of the cowboy. But I believe that Russ lives
free, incapable of even seeing the cages the rest of us allow
ourselves to be locked into. He’s just going to fix our copiers.
That’s the man he is.

Giving Thanks

I had a sort of stressful, uneven extended weekend, due to some bad
bits that boil down to my being kinda crazy. But as always, I’m going
to focus on Thanksgiving and its sister holiday, Friends Thanksgiving.
Two holidays, back to back, one for celebrating my family, one for
celebrating my friends. This right here is the most important weekend
of the year for me. I have a wonderful family, and the best friends in
the world.

These wonderful people with whom my fate is intertwined, words fail
me. There are these people I’ve stumbled upon, with whom I have no
ties of blood. People I don’t have the intimacy of physical love.
But these people have proven themselves loyal and worthy of loyalty
time and time again. I am truly blessed to have so many of these
people, people I love, people I consider to be family in any sense
that matters.

Um, I’m pretty goddamn crap at romantic love, but I have so much
friendly, familial love that it is can be overwhelming. I have
friendships that have gone inactive, or less active than I’d like, and
I miss these people terribly. I’ve had relationships that have
changed, sometimes drastically. I’ve in recent times met some great
new people. Some of you fuckers I am confident will be stuck with me
’till the grave. This is all on top of my blood family, which as I
mentioned, is pretty damn great.

My psyche is built around a misguided sense of self-sufficiency, but
the truth is, without my little tribe, I’d be completely lost at sea.
I’m a very lucky man. That is what Thanksgiving is always about for
me.

The Christmas Present Meme

My best friend

 had a brilliant idea for christmas which I am totally stealing.  If you intend to get me a present for christmas but have not yet purchased or chosen one for me, please get me a used copy of YOUR FAVORITE BOOK OF ALL TIME.  

Or, y’know,  a digital camera.