The Daily – InMobile

Tuesday 4/9 Blackwater Florida – De Soto National Forest Mississippi

Truth be told, I had my doubts about the south. Alabama in particular is a spoopydoopy place in my imaginings, full of chewing tobacco and risings again. However, the good ole boys have done the vanish life right. This is the land of a Planet Fitness every few hours, cheap as heck gas, and truly wonderful free campsites. Our sleepy little corner of Blackwater Florida was very much the latter (The lattest? The tertiarier? There ought to be a word for this situation other than “the third of these things”), right amount of moist, more chirpies than mosquitos, and a gator free hike. Between these amenities and our recent discovery that if one adds instant coffee to their pour overed brew, one’s hatred for the morning sun somewhat lessens, our pre-noon drive was all grins, filled with the joys of Ivy Soul’s first album, the endearingly underwhelming J Cole, and a deepening appreciation for just how crazy well written the Dissect Podcast (longform analysis of TPAB) really is. Our NOLA bound route unfortunately took us back into my most feared of AL states, but the roads really were cute as heck, so I wasn’t too upset. I had no idea there were so many pines in this part of the country, and I’ve always liked highways running through swamps.

We stopped for the afternoon in Mobile, which seems a really intriguing place. The streets through downtown were bone ass empty. I’ve been in a ghost town or two, but never one of quite this size or quantity of country pop venues. Right by the water is a park framed by flags, cartoon color palette statues, and plaques naming Mobile the birthplace of Mardi Gras. On main street there is an enormous and rather ugly temple looking building, framed by wildly well endowed sphinx’s and held shut by chain, padlock, and heavenly wrath. One block North is a spectacularly sick series of celebrity murals, including the most badass looking Willy Nelson, and a young MJ holding his older face like a mask. A couple more blocks and one finds a window display for youth artists of Mobile. One of the pieces is a kind of consumerist critique reimagining the packaging of popular products to more accurately depict their functions. It was really cool stuff made us feel things n what not.

Anyway, the sky at some point decided to stop playing around and commit a little more seriously to the idea of rain, which we decided was our queue to check out the local PF. And here, we found the entire population of Mobile. I cannot overstate how packed the place was. 5 or 6 people shared each treadmill, 10 or 12 to each elliptical. Rather than wait the several hours necessary to get on a bench press, people had started lifting one another. A number of small children inhabited each locker, offering to watch your towel for the lowest price in town. In other words, ‘twas bumping.

We got some tasties from a smoothie king in the parking lot, flavor blaster with powerbuidlingproteinsupershakerhorsepowerhugeassmusclemanflavor. Full of that power, we hit the road like slappin salmon and gunned it for NOLA, not stopping till we found a nice free campsite somewhere in Mississippi.

8 thoughts on “The Daily – InMobile

  1. I was only once in Mobile Alabama, how I got there is not something about which I care to comment, but once ensconced I made what to date was my last firm resolution, I sat down on the pavement and resolved to sit there until someone offered me an ice cream. lines of walkers parted, baby carriages and skateboards swerved, two dogs, at different times sorely tested my metal, adopted the same familiar pose. I sat. A red sun died, a blue one rose. It got hot. I sat. I stank. I learned things I’ve been trying now 9 years to unlearn. Then a child. Obviously she was jesus. Approached me with a cone. She stopped and extended her arm out just beyond my reach, tipped her ice cream slightly, a single melted bead dropped to the pavement by my toe. We all get signs. Who among us have the smarts to read them? I got up and left, never to return.

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  2. That above is an excellent suggestions. Here is one of similar quality. A bit of listening advice — dont start it until you have time to listen to the whole thing, this guy is the ultimate pro and he is setting you up for a big emotional creschendo (which he spells exactly like that).

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  3. Wow. Those are some excellent music suggestions. Here I will offer another, rather a different
    genre and level of production quality, but otherwise essentially the same song. Face it, its
    all essentially the same song.

    [audio src="https://web.ma.utexas.edu/users/keel/cornpalas.m4a" /]

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  4. Is this by franklin’s voice coach? If you send me the boy’s email address he’ll get invited to
    our sat jam.

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  5. that above a typical superficial reaction from Keel. Looking for something deeper, more
    reflective? something you can spit out on the pavement and smear around a bit with your foot?

    (be sure you listen long enough to get the harmony. be certain)

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