stop pretending that I come from Alabama

pretending that I come from Alabama, and to my great surprise I find that I’m missing it.

(a bit like this entry, no?)

Living in the EU, and also being a citizen of said entity, is quite easy. But if you are not an EU citizen, things get rough.

Alabamy: you are but a memory.

And not because I believe I actually am. Maybe I should tick this goal off. Definitely worth it.

I’ve come to realize that my problem with prentense of being Southern has diminished, not to the point of not being a problem anymore, but it’s been eclipsed by the over-arching dialect problem of New Jersey-speak.

Been overdosing on Sopranos.

I need to start listening more to British podcasts. (Hey! A goal right there.)

Scary … really scary. Logging in to 43things to accept the invitation I suddenly realised that the “Alabama Song” performed by The Doors came up in my iTunes. Jung would have been proud.

Cowboy Lyrics has the lyrics to the state’s theme song, as sung by the ever-tearful Louvin Bros.

F                           Bb          F
Alabama, your beautiful sunlight
          Bb           F                                 C             
Your fields of cerisa, potatos and corn
F                           Bb               F
Alabama, your crimson red clover 
Bb                 F                        C           F
All mingled around the old place I was born