Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!

didn't Hitler dabble briefly (buddhism)? and Ted Kazynski? it's all such a fine line. ya know, I got a knock-off CASH shirt from my mother for Xmas. I'm tempted to wear it as a joke but I'm not sure if it will come across that way. not that I really care. maybe that's even more of a reason to wear it? I'm never up for winter anymore, or summer, or anything else for that matter. I like days that surprise you- cool days in summer, warm in winter. I figure one out of every 800 or 900 conversations I find myself involved in are even slightly amusing. I'm baffled by the mailman and customer service representatives. how the hell can they do it with a straight face? it's like being a soldier. I could never do that. I would never know who the enemy was. I'm jealous of cats and men who drive beer trucks. one day I would love to drive around in a police car and wave at people and pull up beside them and roll down the window and hang my arm out and say a few pleasantries. they would think, "wow, what a great guy that policeman is. he's no different than any of us." the problem is, I don't think I could arrest anyone. you see, my imagination is a curse, a fatal condition. I would get rid of it in a second. all in all, I would have to say that I think we all know that we are currently at the peak of something. we have no idea what it is but it's refreshing to see all those people that I thought would never pick up on such a thing becoming completely derailed. there is nothing better for a Republican than a Democrat and vice versa. there is no doubt we are all in this thing together. on the way home from Canada there other day, I saw two trucks towing cows packed in their cold trailers headed south on the interstate. we ended up alongside them in line at the border. I could barely make 'em out through those little holes, but every now and then I saw a big sad eye and the steam from their breath and the shuffling and mooing and the thought of their cruel fate so lonely like the truth of it all, like the wind or the lack of wind or all those dead white fish that day when I hiked over those boulders onto that beach at Lake Altus that winter when I thought for sure my world was over. that was almost 10 years ago. looking back, all those problems were about as significant as running out of coffee or stubbing your toe on the way to the bathroom. really, all we can do is endure and hope we don't cause too much grief for anyone. I guess it's over when you lose your taste for bananas. which I fear I have. Happy New Year, people.

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