Friday, November 21, 2003
It sounded smart when I wrote it down….
Y’all know the ‘hut don’t write its damn self. Here’s the mechanics of this content: I carry two notebooks with me most all the time, one 6 x 8 pad for essays and extended writings (in my timbuktu bag), and one 3 x 5 pad for quick notes (in my pocket). Then sometimes I just go ape and write something freehand, cuz I’m so free and handy and all. Lately I’ve mainly been posting my notebook work and some freehand stuff, but just for variety I’ll throw down the three items from one page of my little notebook so you can pity the waste of potential that I represent.
* “The time has come for Asian Foot Magic.” This was said to me at happy hour a few weeks ago. The context, sadly, is beyond replication. But frankly, yes, it is time for asian foot magic. Past time, some would say.
* “If I can tranq out just one freak on stilts, I’ve done my job.” “You’re living the dream, chief.” I heard this exchange between two peace officers, one of whom had just shot Side Show Bob with rhino sedatives. It belongs in the pantheon of gibberish.
* “If everything in the world that was covered with piss was yellow, and everything that was covered with shit was blue, the entire globe would be a vibrant shade of green.” I recently recalled this phrase, which had been reported to me years ago by my dear friend and doctor. He says that it was the first thing his infectious diseases professor said to the class when he was in med school.
These, then, are the things that don’t just make it into my head, but all the way down to my pen-grabbing hands, and are then memorialized in my tattered notebooks. You see now why I have been concentrating on the essays, eh?
