I saw a wicked car accident today. I was walking home from the library, which is about 2 miles from Tommy's place. My sandals, which I bought at CVS, suck. They cause my feet to rub and bleed and it's awful. So I'm walking home barefoot which is not that bad, because there aren't too many rocks on the sidewalk or anything. I cross this street and the car waits for me, and I like make eye contact with the woman in the car. After I cross the street she makes a left and drives, and after 3 or 4 seconds I hear the ol screeeeeeeeech..........BANG! I look back quickly and see the white bumper of an old Chrystler minivan land on the ground. It must have flew up a good 20 or 30 feet in the air! Wild. So I'm by a park and I decide to give my dogs a rest and so I sat down and started to read Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer while the emergency vehicles drove up and took care of everything. Surprisingly it wasn't that hard to just read while all this shit was going on about 50 yards or so away from me. I read for a spell, got up, and resumed my barefoot walk to Harvard Square to meet Tommy and some friends for dinner.
It is what it is
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Cambridge Scenes: 'End US Imperialism!'
Spewed out by Will at 20:33
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Since your reading Henry Miller I thought I should add my favorite quote of his, "Voyages are accomplished inwardly, and the most hazardous ones, needless to say, are made without moving for the spot".
I think he may have lived in my house for awhile, what do you think, Will?
ah damn, I meant "FROM the spot"
First of all...you guys have friends????? I don't buy it. You secretly drew all of our faces on those sleeping rafts and wine and dine with them. Then you have sex with the inflateable Steph!
And also, I love the hippie vision of Will walking down the streets of Cambridge that is, miraculously, sans rocks. What a magical place! Why don't you climb a Cambridge rainbow and ride a Cambridge unicorn next?
(This post is made out of pure jealousy. Seriously, can I move in too?)
maura,
great minds with similar names think alike. love henry miller quotes; both the philosophy and his style.
ie
No one asks you to throw Mozart out of the window. Keep Mozart. Cherish him. Keep Moses too, and Buddha and Lao Tzu and Christ. Keep them in your heart. But make room for the others, the coming ones, the ones who are already scratching on the window-panes.
and a favorite
Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
Henry Miller
and steph, like your vision of the hippie vision of the barefoot wanderer, immune to to the rocks beneath his feet ; cars crashing in his wake.
cambridge/boston was in fact the last place I can remember traveling to. yeah, like walking unaided, taking it all in . the soundtrack to The Hours was my personal soundtrack. the whole thing is the music of philip glass. will, the night your parents and i heard him at ravinia, the CD selling man commented that he finds this later stuff of his "more emotional".
anyway, after purchasing the cd in a cambridge music shop; it gave a new spring to my step. into a resale shop where i could not resist a designer quality dress from the 60's, like a frock joan jetson would wear on special occasions with george. a little negotiation and it was mine for $17.
yoga class on joy street which after class I stumbled across http://www.nps.gov/boaf/. enthusiastically recommend both. .....................
a woman i met at yoga recommened a place to get my haircut; sort of an oak street type of place., the hairdresser and i hit it off so i end up having cocktails wih him and yoga lady and a pair of twenty something runway models. finally, i had to cease explorations...as i will cease meandering down memoy lane...Enuf of my Ennui commentary.
this summer i am an amrchair traveler. thanks for doing the walking.
namaste
mo
OK magazine debuts in the states this week, just thought everyone should know about the celebrity mag that may even rival the enquirer...
-pretty random comment
Relevant or irrelevant? The tropic of Capricorn is much better. Watch out for the raging chlamydia, it loves sidewalks and car crashes. Bread and Butter my man.
mo,
thanks for my new favorite Miller quotes, especially the second one. And I feel I should mention my family has called me "mo" my whole life. Thanks again. Oh yeah, thanks to you to, Will. You really are hosting a chat room of sorts lately.
tell us how HM's Tropic of Cancer goes! S.
kinda' funny...ran across this on collegehumor.com today
-joe d.
My Conversation With Rob Schneider
Last week, we asked you guys if you had any questions you'd like to ask Deuce Bigalow star Rob Schneider. Well we asked, and he dished!
Ryan Wolf of the University of Illinois writes:
There is a commonly proffered theory that being famous is like having the key to a room full of pussy. I was willing to dismiss this as something that applied to the Brad Pitts and Derek Jeters of the world, i.e. people who could pull mad tail anywhere. However, I recently watched an episode of Pauly Shore's new reality show and even this ass clown has bitches all over him. He even claims to be a sex-a-holic.Is their any truth to the afore mentioned theory, and in what way have you experienced this phenomenon yourself? Please be candid. (I would like to add that I am in no way comparing you to Pauly Shore.)
You should read Henry Miller, the author of Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn and a bunch of other great books, and he said I’ve seen the ugliest men have the most beautiful women and he said like women are able to see past that. He said I think some of the homeliest men can get the most beautiful women, because women aren’t into the parts the way guys are. Guys are into tits, they are into ass and they’re into the face, but women look at the whole thing and if you’re funny, and if you have confidence, and if you can confer those things into success in your chosen fields you will have the poontang, my friends. You will have it coming out your ears. But it’s about if women can sense something special about you and want to be part of it. That’s what it is, and that’s what works for me. And yes, I get a lot of, as you say, pussy. And much better than Pauly Shore. My pussy is better than his.
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