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Jan. 9th, 2011 10:07 amDreamt that my Dad posted a personals ad in the news paper for me. But he wrote it sort of in the style of Daniel Defoe with really weird language.
ran yesterday and did the long run. My calves were still screaming in pain and tearing away through these tiny fibers, then the lactate hit in my thighs as I climbed the stairs the continuous hill. I keep thinking my legs will suddenly spring back into life, and probably they will, but I'm not getting very good quality workouts in the mean time.
Saw crazy girl in the kitchen/lounge again last night. We chatted and it was definitely flirty. I left and went to read my book and a few minutes later she turned up with her daughter. They sat with me for a while and we looked at pictures of foreign animals and had some candies that I had. Her little girl got a bit chilly, and I gave her a sweater to wear. Its Cashmere and she cooed and snuggled it. I could get myself into so much trouble here. I'm not in a position to have a girlfriend, least of all a nutty one that smokes and drinks and has 3 kids.
Shantaram is still crap. I'm not so wound up about his lies in the story, as Ive read articles that seem to confirm now that he made most of it up, so at least I can read it as a story. Although he still interjects these thoughts of "Im so bad ass". I sort of see where people think its beautifully written and re confirms that people in general are stupid. Heres a couple of examples.
"What does it take to harden a man's heart? How could I see that place, look at those children, and not put a stop to it? Why didn't I contact the authorities? Why didn't I get a gun. and put a stop to it myself? The answer to that. like all the answers to all the big questions, came in many parts. I was a wanted man, a hunted criminal, living on the run. Contacting police of government authorities wasn't an option for me"
And that bullshit answer crops up a number of times. I love it when people talk about getting guns and fixing things. It's just total bullshit.
And this is an example of what people think is beautiful writing.
"The starving, the dead, the slaves. And through it all, the purr and rustle of Prabaker's voice. There's a truth that's deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay."
I duno I just think that's over the top trying to be eloquent and coming out gobbledygook. But people lap it up, kinda like the king with the invisible clothes.
ran yesterday and did the long run. My calves were still screaming in pain and tearing away through these tiny fibers, then the lactate hit in my thighs as I climbed the stairs the continuous hill. I keep thinking my legs will suddenly spring back into life, and probably they will, but I'm not getting very good quality workouts in the mean time.
Saw crazy girl in the kitchen/lounge again last night. We chatted and it was definitely flirty. I left and went to read my book and a few minutes later she turned up with her daughter. They sat with me for a while and we looked at pictures of foreign animals and had some candies that I had. Her little girl got a bit chilly, and I gave her a sweater to wear. Its Cashmere and she cooed and snuggled it. I could get myself into so much trouble here. I'm not in a position to have a girlfriend, least of all a nutty one that smokes and drinks and has 3 kids.
Shantaram is still crap. I'm not so wound up about his lies in the story, as Ive read articles that seem to confirm now that he made most of it up, so at least I can read it as a story. Although he still interjects these thoughts of "Im so bad ass". I sort of see where people think its beautifully written and re confirms that people in general are stupid. Heres a couple of examples.
"What does it take to harden a man's heart? How could I see that place, look at those children, and not put a stop to it? Why didn't I contact the authorities? Why didn't I get a gun. and put a stop to it myself? The answer to that. like all the answers to all the big questions, came in many parts. I was a wanted man, a hunted criminal, living on the run. Contacting police of government authorities wasn't an option for me"
And that bullshit answer crops up a number of times. I love it when people talk about getting guns and fixing things. It's just total bullshit.
And this is an example of what people think is beautiful writing.
"The starving, the dead, the slaves. And through it all, the purr and rustle of Prabaker's voice. There's a truth that's deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay."
I duno I just think that's over the top trying to be eloquent and coming out gobbledygook. But people lap it up, kinda like the king with the invisible clothes.
