so I was sitting around reading the last few chapters of huck finn and I found myself struck by hucks usage of the phrase "thick as thieves"....and I thought "hmm" now there is a phrase you don't really hear anymore and a damn shame for it as well...such a fine phrase...
well, you must have imagined my shock and awe when none other than rev. lovejoy, baron of mind space, throws out that phrase in his post ...and he did it yesterday!!...and then jonny responds with some pidgin english just like jim the nigger and all of a sudden I feel like like I'm ole pa bout to run off on the man lickity split...
so tell me boys what did I have for dinner tonight?
enough sychnronicity...
jonny, hang in there, old chap...indeed, sometimes the best things are the hardest...my room and board is open to you should you get bored and need to ruminate on any spontaneous western excursions...
when my relatively short lived relationship with that sordid bitch came to an end (I'm just kidding- she ain't that bad) my mom offered me this quoatation from rilke...
"I believe that almost all of our sadnesses are moments of tension...we are alone with the alien thing that has entered into our self...everything intimate and accustomed is, for an instant, taken away...we stand in the middle of a transition where we cannot remain standing....For this reason the sadness too passes: the new thing in us, the added thing has entered our heart...is already in our blood...many signs indicate to us that the future enters into us in this way in order to transform itself in us long before it happens...and this is why it is so important to be lonely and attentive when one is sad: because the apparently uneventful and stark moment at which our future sets foot in us is so much closer to life than that other noisy and fortuitous point of time at which it happens from the outside..."
this is some heavy stuff that I am still not quite sure the meaning of...nevertheless, it brought me solace, and I hope it does for you as well...you da man...
as for us, we're meeting doing improv twice a week...elliot, myself, wright, rachel, chris huge, and james ashby...we just might put on a show at some point...more of a fun thing to do with an evening though...
by the way baldwin, what show are you doing and how is this theatre group blossoming and what gave you your stage mojo back...
I put my vote in for clarke as well...dick that is, as opposed to jon...he done a good thing (but the nerve to do it on an election year! the rascal) by the way guys, I think we should kidnapp condi rice, tie her up with sinew, and pelt her with little paper airplanes with firecrackers taped to em until she testifies...and just how big is kerry's head...how much do you think it weighs in ounces...I'm going for eighty...
well I'll be goddamned....it does exist...after a month or so toying with the alleged existence of something called frod, I finally recieved my invitiation from justin timberlake, er, jesse baldwin...it seems he thought I became a hotmail man...boy, you should better know better...yahoo!!!....
I haven't had the opportunity to sit down and read thru the archives so who knows what kind of crazy stuff has transpired in your lives...
just biding my time here...trying to do the right thing and succeeding more often than not...I am the full time demo guy at the joe now...the pores of my body are currently saturated with roasted shallot butter which, incidentally, pairs nicely with the quatro fromaggio over farfalle...in fact, by the end of the day, in a naked lunchesque delusional episode, I felt as if I had in fact become the roasted shallot butter... I was no longer christopher joseph pryor, bipede anglo saxon, but a mass of gourmet spread... quite peculiar indeed...
time for bed...I have a big day tommorrow handling bloody free range chicken...jonny, lets get married...that is after elliot and I get our divorce settled...YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!!! WELL ILL BE DAMNED IF I DON'T GET THE CAT!!! can we still be friends?
Wright roped me into going to Britney Spears with him. I'm scared. What if she flashes her boob at us?
