Here I am, staring at this picture, wondering if there’s something here about which I could write, and it dawns on me that in this wonderful city of ours, in this pair of communities we call home, there are many things that I love – crowds outside of movie theaters and smokers outside of bars, clubs with histories and buildings on registries, and streets with trees and sidewalks with cracks, and people walking and people bicycling, and radio stations that get to play anything they want and bookstores that choose to carry anything you’d want, and teams, both professional and bad, and weathers, both warm and never-come-outside cold, and parks, and lakes, and good people with good ideas – but at the end of the day, when you've really given it a careful thought, we have no sea and no giant rubber ducky. So no, there is nothing here about which I could write.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
About Which I Could Write
Here I am, staring at this picture, wondering if there’s something here about which I could write, and it dawns on me that in this wonderful city of ours, in this pair of communities we call home, there are many things that I love – crowds outside of movie theaters and smokers outside of bars, clubs with histories and buildings on registries, and streets with trees and sidewalks with cracks, and people walking and people bicycling, and radio stations that get to play anything they want and bookstores that choose to carry anything you’d want, and teams, both professional and bad, and weathers, both warm and never-come-outside cold, and parks, and lakes, and good people with good ideas – but at the end of the day, when you've really given it a careful thought, we have no sea and no giant rubber ducky. So no, there is nothing here about which I could write.
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Love the picture - I wish I could witness it in person.
Foremost, the tone and delivery of your voice in this entry is so true to form - I appreciate your genuine self. There is always a dichotomny in life, of that which we witness first hand and that what we see in a secondary capacity.
Your synopsis and subsequent ending was well timed, and adequately humorous.
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