I've been on holiday for a very long time. I have made some many pictures thanks to giving control of the Tauveron camera to Kasha. She is very good at that hold steady n click that I fail to achieve. I have shaky hands. Small trembles which are no good for capturing slices of life.
Anywho, I am back here sitting at my lovely kitchen table listening to the sounds of Jenny doing the dishes. She has a strange compulsion to start and by my housewife/husband. Makes me think she got some good training in her over there in Texas.
Kasha, Dianne et Tmo are long gone. GTT for the small one.
No idea what this Sunday holds in store for us. Yesterday was a visit north to Southport to ride along the coast on bicycles and the a stop to drink cidre. People say I never smile anymore and, now, I know why. I miss my bicycle. Either riding the bicycle creates a wind effect that pushes my face up into smile position 3.2 or it's a genuine reaction of pure enjoyment.
Later, if my legs are ever amputated and I'm unconscious and unable to make medical decisions, I want this: wheels.
Geraud and I are considering going to Scotland this coming weekend...Although, there is many a thing to do in Liverpool that very same weekend.
And in conclusion, I'd like to pose one question of futurism.
What should Geraud and I do and WHERE?
over n out
9 comments:
go to ireland!!!
and tell me all about it!
L'Irlande est belle...
Verte comme la plus pure des emmeraudes,
Nature sauvage et indomptee...
Mere nature soumet cette ile a son joug, force a la fois tranquille, immuable et lourde.
Une ile aux montagnes vertes comme l'espoir et qui porte sur sa surface le fardeau noir du ciel se refletant dans les eaux profondes de ses magnifiques lacs.
L'Irlande est une reine. Une reine a la beaute tragique, de force et de souffrance, immortelle forteresse s'abandonnant a l'etreinte perpetuelle et cinglante de son plus bel amant: L'Atlantique.
are you singing lil geraudnimo?
how beautiful!
did you write that prose, g-boy?
i just saw Inglourious Basterds, the new Quentin Tarantino film. It was actually really good.
is it in england yet?
I did wrote that prose, indeed. Thanks very much! But I wasn't singing. That was just what Ireland inspires me. I like this tiny island.
I wanted to go watch that movie, but finally, the girls (and I) decided to go see "Orphan". That was probably not the best choice.
I heard there were kind of very bad critics on Inglorious Basterds. People saying things like: "when you are Tarentino, you don't make movies like that..." Still, I'd like to see it on a big screen.
quit yer day job, Grod.
Start making books of poems.
Ill be yer muse.
I wish I could do that...
But how am i gonna keep the people fed if i quit me job? I mean Seth's got a good point on that!
I still can try to wrote random crap during my free time... eventhough i doubt i'm gonna do it. I mean, lets be serious just a minute, come on. I'm not the next Baudelaire and even if that was the case, i doubt I could be that cool since opium and absynthe are prohibited... That would also mean i should be miserable all the time, sad, with a mind and hearth that are riped up by opposite feelings, misunderstood by everyone and definitely bound to die young (probably commiting suicide, likely from overdose and/or over consumption of all sorts of narcotics). I don't really feel like I want to feel that much pain... It is so hard to be a poet! And by the way, i couldn't write something as amazing as "les fleurs du mal". That guy's genius is just uncomparably superior and ridden/tortured. There is no competition...
here is what we say to our kids in Maternel say they can't do something. We say, don't say "I can't," say "I can try."
love,
poule
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