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Sunday
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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And the day, filled with the expectation of rain, grey clouds, cool, low hanging, the river the color of a cold mountain stream, the anticipation of rain...
This morning - Beano, coffee, the usual suspects, read my book, love my book, Trout Fishing in America. It's a slim book, that and the title and the vague recognizance of the author the reasons I bought it. I hope one day I write a book this long. From here, drive to the flea market, the police have blocked off a block, 13th or 14th Ave, there's a "Parade" of sorts, a dozen cop-cars maintaining order while a couple of dozen veterans in uniform play the bagpipes to send off a colleague. Here I was complaining about the incompetence and uselessness of the police, but should I go to war I can expect they'll guard the pallbearers at my funeral with exceptional due diligence...
...dodge the traffic and the police out not-policing, to the flea market. Today's finds, a geologists hand-pick, new-ish, $25.00, a book by Hunter S., to the thrift shop, here, a camo-raincoat, by an authentic manufacturer, I am slowly by turns becoming that which I ridicule, and two pairs of fish inspired cufflinks, thank Richard Brautigan...the day now barely half over, not even half over, barely beginning, it's time for a nap...the rest will follow...
Trout Fishing in America
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Books
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At the moment I'm reading "Trout Fishing in America" by Richard Brautigan. I'm loving it.
A long time ago, almost 30 years, a roomate of mine recommended "In Watermelon Sugar" by Richard Brautigan which I never read, because at the time I only read books by dead authors and I knew better than to listen to my roomate. He was a nut-job.
You have to be careful in the recommendations people give you, they recommend a book, a movie, a play, a song, and you can see, for a moment, into their soul, and if you know already their soul is empty you don't want to go looking into the void. There was a girl once, a long, long time ago, I met her online, she used to be a model and sent me lots of pictures from when she was a model, but when I met her she wasn't a model any more. She was all washed out. When we were chatting online she told me her favorite book was "The Scarlet Pimpernel" and I knew it but hadn't read it so I found a copy and read it and thought to myself: "Uh-Oh". After we met and we talked and went back to my apartment and she told me about the business she was setting up and how she missed her children in Berlin, twin boys, but she had to leave, couldn't get or afford custody, and we slept together and after sleeping together she told me about the evangelical church she belonged to and how she liked to go to the front of the congregation to confess all her sins and how much she was looking forward to going to church on Sunday so she could tell them all about this in tones of infinite remorse and regret...
...and I stared at the ceiling and wondered how it was possible to fall in love...
The Dreams of Dion McGregor
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1985
Since my dreams are erratic and occasionally nonsensical I thought I'd put you onto someone elses dreams...Dion McGregor, a Somniloquist Extraordinaire whose dreams were recorded by bemused flatmates and made into records.
Not my dreams, by a long shot, but nonetheless amusing and intriguing...
Make sure you listen to at least one...
Go for a run...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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A beautiful day, semi-productive, don't want to set unrealistic expectations, postponed, postponed, finally, it's time to go for a run...
I've some athletic looking shoes. They've got the Nike Swoosh, they will suffice.
Leave the apartment, onto the street, begin running...
...clearly these are not the shoes, hitting the pavement, every step jarring my very fabric of being, I raise myself up, run upon the balls of my feet...
2 blocks...I generously estimate .15 KM. Stop, walk, catch my breath...pass the enduring fitness buffs, acknowledge, yeah, this is mile 48 for me, Ironman coming up...another block or two, start again...
The full marathon, maybe .3 KM. Clearly I need to quit smoking, and my legs hurt for days afterwards...
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