Sunday
Last night we watched "Goodbye Lenin". Good movie.
Today, we go to hear Philharmonia Northwest.
After that, it's a few minutes with my book group, then to The Chapel at Good Shepard
to hear Octava and talk to Matt Weiss about playing my violin duet.
Then, If it don't rain on Monday I will ride Fidelio to Marymoore park and back.
Starting from Log Boom park, of course, I'm not ready for another trip around the lake yet.
If it do rain, things will get wet.
I'm about out of books by Tony Hillerman and Jonathan Gash, so I think I'll tackle some Norman Mailer. That should be safe now, I don't think he'll try to stab me or anything, but you can never be too careful with people being like they are.
I don't know if he was a "Christian" so maybe I needn't have worried.
Anyway R.I.P Norman.
A national treasure.
Actually, Mailer reminds me a lot of the poet Buttkus.
It's about time I read something of a more than entertainment nature.
I don't know why, just for the self abuse, I guess.
Like the bike trips.
None of it is making me a better human being or stronger or more socially acceptable.
Or any more imaginative.
In fact
I seem to me less and less of what I was supposed to become for having had a "free education" as time passes and I rattle along the the creaking rusty conveyor belt toward the edge of it all.
Truly, I'd just as soon get off and walk, but that never seems to work.
What was I supposed to do with all that "education" anyway?
Seemed to me that all it was was training to be a football hero or something just as unlikely.
The main thing I remember is that if you didn't go, the cops had the right to turn you into a drug addict and shoot you.
Some scumbag school admin. turkey back east somewhere punished a couple of kids recently for a hug.
A local football team, ready to go to finals, was stripped of all it's years triumphs because one of them didn't have his physical exam up to date.
It's garbage like these snotty little commie power sickos who cause school shootups,
not the poor children they so cheerfully abuse.
I don't know why, but The SSO just popped into mind.
Today, we go to hear Philharmonia Northwest.
After that, it's a few minutes with my book group, then to The Chapel at Good Shepard
to hear Octava and talk to Matt Weiss about playing my violin duet.
Then, If it don't rain on Monday I will ride Fidelio to Marymoore park and back.
Starting from Log Boom park, of course, I'm not ready for another trip around the lake yet.
If it do rain, things will get wet.
I'm about out of books by Tony Hillerman and Jonathan Gash, so I think I'll tackle some Norman Mailer. That should be safe now, I don't think he'll try to stab me or anything, but you can never be too careful with people being like they are.
I don't know if he was a "Christian" so maybe I needn't have worried.
Anyway R.I.P Norman.
A national treasure.
Actually, Mailer reminds me a lot of the poet Buttkus.
It's about time I read something of a more than entertainment nature.
I don't know why, just for the self abuse, I guess.
Like the bike trips.
None of it is making me a better human being or stronger or more socially acceptable.
Or any more imaginative.
In fact
I seem to me less and less of what I was supposed to become for having had a "free education" as time passes and I rattle along the the creaking rusty conveyor belt toward the edge of it all.
Truly, I'd just as soon get off and walk, but that never seems to work.
What was I supposed to do with all that "education" anyway?
Seemed to me that all it was was training to be a football hero or something just as unlikely.
The main thing I remember is that if you didn't go, the cops had the right to turn you into a drug addict and shoot you.
Some scumbag school admin. turkey back east somewhere punished a couple of kids recently for a hug.
A local football team, ready to go to finals, was stripped of all it's years triumphs because one of them didn't have his physical exam up to date.
It's garbage like these snotty little commie power sickos who cause school shootups,
not the poor children they so cheerfully abuse.
I don't know why, but The SSO just popped into mind.
Labels: Norman Mailer
posted by Lane Savant at 11:50 AM
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