Tuesday, 12 August, 2003

Set the controls for the heart of the sun I haven't written anything for over a week. This is what getting a second degree sunburn will do for you. I now know that it is possible to get a sunburn so bad, that your legs swell up and you can no longer stand, and you feel like you have the flu. All this as well as the usual inflamed raw skin. It ain't no day at the beach, I'll tell you. No wait - that is just what it was. Assateague! Thy sand and sun- nemisis! I did do a little bit of writing , but it always seemed less taxing to lie down and read, rather than try to sit and type. I read John Osbourne's the Entertainer which he wrote right after Look Back in Anger which I've been meaning to read for years. I'd like to see a production of that. I also read the first couple of chapters of Bachelard's the Poetics of Space. The problem with being too sick to go to work is that generally you are too sick to enjoy the time around the house. I note that while Adm. Poindexter and the Office of Omnipotent Awareness are on consignment; somebody in Florida - Florida's Law Matrix has reinvented it, and Florida is buying. 9:29:45 AM    comment [];trackback [];

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