This summer, I’ve really been on a Fitzgerald kick. The fact that I was given a volume of his collected works may have had something to do with me spending the summer in the Jazz Age. Yesterday, I finally sat down and read his short story entitled “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”. You might say I was curious (huhuh) to see how much it paralleled the film that was released in...
It pains me to say this, but I’m happy for them both. Even though Carey will never be completely happy until she is with me, the lead singer of Samson and the Unicorns. But this is certainly a good step up from Shia La-goof. I love the guy, don’t get me wrong. But let’s be honest, he had no business hanging around Carey.
This afternoon, I spied a hearse filling up at a gas station. It was not a most shocking thing to see, but it always strikes me as a bit odd to catch that foreboding vessel in the most nonthreatening of everyday acts. There is an air of vulnerability to it. I don’t know. Any who, I quickly forgot about it. Until a few minutes ago, when I was driving home and passed a sign not a hundred yards...
gotta radiate the gold
She: You’re not sentimental? He: No, I’m romantic- a sentimental person thinks things will last- a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t. Sentiment is emotional.
My Tentative Plans for the Remainder of Summer
Watch films, not movies. Develop the rolls of film I’ve been hoarding. Go on a sunrise bike ride. Climb trees until my hands and feet are raw. Read so much my eyes won’t believe all the words they saw. Write some words of my own about where I’ve been. Write letters to the kind folks I’ve met along the way who I could not bring with me, for they would not all fit in my weathered turquoise...