It may be that the gulfs will wash us down...
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles...
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It used to be, sending off letters and such to far off places was a problem, well, perhaps not a problem per se, but something that took effort. Since 1994 or so I think I've maybe sent 20 actual letters in the mail (not counting bills, duh), and of those letters probably all of them were Hallmark cards. Don't know about you but I was taught how to address an envelope in grade school, and how when it comes to certain offices you may have to address it differently. Even more so was the heading, and typing, and...it does kind of surprise me how many people don't know the basic keyboard. I'll fully admit, my numbers are still off at times, but damn if I don't know the numerical pad pretty damn well, and self-taught, thank you.
But I'm off track.
Sitting on a back upper deck, here in Southern Maryland. Roasting a chicken in the oven when it's 98 degrees outside. But reading one of my favourite books, Theroux' "The Happy Isles of Oceania", and the fact that it's like I never lost this book, still know it note for note. It's maybe not the best book for me right now as it starts out incredibly depressing, but even 40 pages in the tone changes, and while the doom and gloom of the first Gulf War is there, there is the part from Vanuatu...reading about the perfect island. No people. No nothing. You and your tent, looking at the stars, the Milky Way.
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I read this book for the first time because Theroux wrote a piece for National Geographic back in 1991(2). I left it out in a rainstorm in '92, and found it again in the Library Store in 1999.
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It used to be, sending off letters and such to far off places was a problem, well, perhaps not a problem per se, but something that took effort. Since 1994 or so I think I've maybe sent 20 actual letters in the mail (not counting bills, duh), and of those letters probably all of them were Hallmark cards. Don't know about you but I was taught how to address an envelope in grade school, and how when it comes to certain offices you may have to address it differently. Even more so was the heading, and typing, and...it does kind of surprise me how many people don't know the basic keyboard. I'll fully admit, my numbers are still off at times, but damn if I don't know the numerical pad pretty damn well, and self-taught, thank you.
But I'm off track.
Sitting on a back upper deck, here in Southern Maryland. Roasting a chicken in the oven when it's 98 degrees outside. But reading one of my favourite books, Theroux' "The Happy Isles of Oceania", and the fact that it's like I never lost this book, still know it note for note. It's maybe not the best book for me right now as it starts out incredibly depressing, but even 40 pages in the tone changes, and while the doom and gloom of the first Gulf War is there, there is the part from Vanuatu...reading about the perfect island. No people. No nothing. You and your tent, looking at the stars, the Milky Way.
*
I read this book for the first time because Theroux wrote a piece for National Geographic back in 1991(2). I left it out in a rainstorm in '92, and found it again in the Library Store in 1999.
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