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We had a nice, long, hard sleep, in two segments, actually, and woke up rested, in time to have a delicious breakfast.Thick yogurt with fruit so redolent of the fields it assaulted my tastebuds. Fruit hasn't passed over them in 8 weeks. A peach tarta so honey-sweet that I shouldn't have eaten it, . . .
You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.----Dorothy Parker. My kind of writer. . . .
The truth is usually a lot weirder than anything you can make up. -Dr. Hunter S. Thompson . . .
It's no secret that I'm nuts for Hunter S. Thompson. I'm reading, savoring, really, a book called Conversations with Hunter S. Thompson. It's a surprisingly serious read.Hunter broke with his longtime editor, Jann Wenner of Rolling Stone magazine, because Jann closed his publishing company while . . .
Last year one of the young staffers in my office at the time caught sight of an old Selectric in a corner, and asked, "What's that?"There's a whole generation now that has no idea what a typewriter is.I first started typing on an old Royal typewriter like this. Remember erasable bond? Correct-type? . . .
So far this year I've moved along a continiuum from things that don't make sense to things that make perfect sense. An unfamiliar road, but somehow, I knew the way.I'm used to muscling my way to achieving my goals. The ability to sit back and let things come to me is a new way; a byproduct of FLH's . . .
I wonder how many people, like me, think of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson all the time? And feel his loss acutely?We don't see this kind of American original that often any more, although if you think about it, he was very in keeping with our nation's roots. We've always liked outlaws.Ahh, Hunter. Getting . . .
Everyone wants to be a writer.If they aren't blogging, they're microblogging. Or they've got their own website. Or they write amateurish or lugubrious poetry. (I've been guilty of that a time or two, myself)Some of it's amusing, in a "reading someone else's journal" kind of way. Some of it's . . .
I'm hiding out upstairs in my office; the drone of the vacuum cleaner is making me crazy. I'm usually the maid service's first clean of the day, but today I'm second and they didn't get here till 11:15. It's too noisy to read; I've printed out some documents for our trip, and now I'm so desperate . . .