Life... doesn't suck.
”You have really pretty eyes.”
“You need a shave.”
“Your necktie. Which is tied in a knot that hasn’t been used in, like, a hundred years.”
“You’re ugly and nobody will ever love you.”
“You smell like orchids have been fucking.”
“You’re wearing a suit, WHY ARE YOU WEARING A SUIT???”
“You’re being attacked by ice bears.”
“You’ve got very pretty eyes.”
“This is for OKCupid isn’t it?”
I like to cook. I like to try new recipes - I've been going country by country and cooking representative meals, it's like travel.
I like to hike. I like to make camp by the side of the trail and fall asleep beneath the stars. I've been on two bicycle tours and I'm thinking about a third.
I don't like to write - but I sure do keep doing it.
Blacksmithing. I used to be good at it. I'm not anymore! But it's still fun!
Writing an essay about how Gaddis' life of Kennan is actually, unintentionally, an anti-biography. It's amazing. The book examines in great detail all these powerful events of Kenna's youth and life, and then goes on to show how none of them had the least effect upon his character or his work. It is the apotheosis of the bureaucratic - like Magritte's homme as painted by David. A-MAY-ZING.
As soon as the snows melt: camping on the mountain-side. Waking with the dawn.