I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
The Planet Mars Has How Many Moons?
I was at the beach for something work-related today. I haven't been to the beach in two years and before that was about two years also. This summer I want to learn how to surf. I tried before and I sucked bad. I am also pale, out-of-shape and scared of sharks.
I will let you know what I think of the beach when I'm there in 2009.
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I probably wouldn't go to the beach if I lived in SoCal, either. Too many people. And butt cracks.
ReplyDeleteBut my first thought was, "That ungrateful bastard!!! I would go to the beach every day if I could!!"
Eh. I didn't care so much about the ocean until I left it for another man. Er, the mountains. Stupid mountains, why can't you be the ocean? Well, ok, I guess that would be awkward. Big, pointy piles of water jutting up all around, covered in ski lifts and with hardly sand...
("hardly ANY sand"...)
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