Said I’d see you in ’09. Sho nuff I'm almost here.

"Have the courage to be ignorant of a great number of things, in order to avoid the calamity of being ignorant of everything." -- Sydney Smith

Good hell children, It's been a little leap. Winterbeard is well on its way, and i've fenagled a sponsorship for its upkeep, courtesy of barber-school friend. good decision, just to throw, 'em off your scent for a while, get some sleep for fucksake. Get stuff cheap where i live.

Next weekend i'll be sniffing out ghosts in Portland. Reading some ( Read more... )

 IV
We came to the vicarage on a Saturday. After much doubting, Grindhusen had at last agreed to take me as his mate. I had bought provisions and some working clothes, and stood there now, in blouse and high boots, ready to start work. I was free and unknown; I learned to walk with a long, slouching stride, and for the look of a laboring man, I had ( Read more... )

“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”        
--Voltaire (1694-1778)

"If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you.  No one else has lived your life."                                              --José Saramago (1922- )

“We accept her, we accept her, gooble, gobble, gooble, gobble, one of us, one of us, gooble, ( Read more... )

III

Grindhusen works away a couple of hours with his putty and paint, and soon
one side of the little house, the north side, facing the sea, is done all
gaily in red. At the mid-day rest, I go out and join him, with something
to drink, and we lie on the ground awhile, chatting and smoking.

"Painter? Not much of a one, and that's the truth," says he. " ( Read more... )

II
 A man landed here this morning--come to paint the house. But Old Gunhild,
being very old indeed, and perishing with gout most times, gets him to cut
up a few days' firewood for her cooking before he starts. I've offered
many a time to cut that wood myself, but she thinks my clothes too fine,
and would not let me have the ax on any account.

This ( Read more... )

Today I began reading Wanderers, by Knut Hamsun (pictured in previous post). Since the entire text is available online through www.gutenberg.org, I've posted the first chapter here in the hope that others may enjoy.

WANDERERS

I.

Smooth as glass the water was yesterday, and smooth as glass it is again
today. Indian summer on the island, mild and ( Read more... )

 
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Feeling eager in the head again. New vigor despite the old sicknesses. 'Nuff of that.

Secret eyeshakes on E 13th. These little agreements. Circle K for old cheap bastard beer--surprised to find more satisfying since snobbing out on local microbrews. Life is a state of mind.

Spiderwebs in my shoes.

How many languages do you know?