The more I try to get myself away from all the hairy bullshit in this world the tougher it gets. The wonderful folks who bring us all the nifty toys, gadgets and software make it all the more difficult to escape by making it all the more enjoyable to hang around the party to see what's going to happen next. Did I just type nifty???
I have discovered that even when you cut yourself off from electronic communication for a sort time or long, there is a strong desire to return with a tale or two of adventure.
We were born to communicate and that, my friends, is why things like the Internet, web logs and now twitter have become such powerful forces in our daily lives.
Take a look at the video above. I know it ain't art, but when was the last time you saw something like this and you weren't near a Wal-Mart at Christmas?
It goes back to the days when a guy named Marty told stories around the campfire and painted pictures on the walls of Lascaux.
The weekend was OK. I played golf (terribly) and ate and drank far more than is good for me. -Oh how unusual- Saw some bull fighting and even spent a couple of hours (Cue Baba O'Riley bactrack, Daa, da, da daaaaan) out in the fields planting, not al-fucking-falfa, but tomatoes. and trimming hedges. I wish I had taken pictures of the garden work. Japanese bushes (Grant, get yer head out of the gutter) are amazing. Trimming them was a serious piece of concentration and craftsmanship. I will post pics in the future or mabey hire Marty to paint them on your screen..
Twitter is fun. I can say all kinds of shit and it doesn't really bother me that it's essentially fluff. That's OK, How much serious conversation do we actually have in a 24 hour period. coming back home to my hum drum life and the day to day problems that come along with it ain't all that bad. I got someone to share my disgust and ennui with and in commiserating we will find a way to try something new. I'm thinking Victoria's secret and she's thinking shopping in Tokyo.
I guess it's back to story telling