Football is a 'Gentlemans'' game, played by 'thugs', Rugby is a 'thugs'' game, played by 'Gentlemen'

mornin' everybody.

not really organized today. just eager to bump chris's posts further down the page. woo, mystery job.

seriously though chris, i wish you the best of luck and i hope you're very happy, sincerely. how bout that word, sincere. cant be too careful with that one.

ah but time lurches forward. amazing, cause i feel like i am the force pressing back against it. well, life is, not me specifically. culture and counterculture.

salman rushdie, shalimar the clown. this is a book im reading. its choc full of indian lore (dot not feather). im starting to notice that rushdie enjoys creating very explicit sexual scenes in his novels. i dont know how i feel about that but it does something weird to my body. my hormonal makeup. he also is very adept at playing with indian and english words. hidden meanings and striations. i dont know what else to say. all his books have a sense of the fantastic and a courtesy to the spirit. it takes my mind off matters which wrestle to bring me down.

i went and saw the fountain the other day. before i went i got loaded on mad elf and alprazolam. senses blunted, i stumbled into the theater. not hard to imagine i dont recall a single thing. kristen, whom i saw it with, was eager to discuss it prior. how embarrassing when i had to fake like i was cogent. isnt it about time we dropped that second R from embarrassing. id like to see it again. its a movie finally worth my time. no?

what else have i been up to? im trying to make it a habit to consume grapefruit on the regular. something hunter thompson did every morning. well, his morning was around noon sometime. i remember reading somewhere his philosophy on eating. breakfast is a huge meal with a pot of dark coffee and at least two grapefruits. also drugs. he conceded that the huge breakfast, coffee and grapefruit thing came from mahamud ali. i tend to think about hunter often. specifically being trapped in ones body, it rebelling against life. i get flashes of that feeling. sends me into a meditation on purpose and intent. then ideas of sacrifice and all these "holy" sayings and church thoughts step up and demand attention. if i had to i would.

the other day the phrase, time heals all wounds, up and lumbered into my sphere. im wont to sharing company with such forces, so we played. now its easy to see how this applies, very subtly, to things right in your face. but this word time. that there is expanse. and some wounds are very large. expanse. vast.

there is a larger picture here.