Thoreau goes to New Lenox
I spent last weekend in New Lenox, IL, with a bunch of friends. What a blast! I've got some random pics up in the gallery, but they're not all that good. Nothing wrong with the people in the pics, but more-so my complete lack of graphic ability (funny considering where I work, really.)
Living alone for almost a year changes a person. Sometimes, while sitting in my uncomfortable round chair ("round" because I can't spell pa..pa..zon..., er.., whatever), I think of myself as Henry David Thoreau. Sure, I don't have a little shack in the woods like Thoreau did, but if I adjust the lighting and don't open the windows, my apartment starts to smell like an outhouse. This is, for my purposes, close enough to a wooden shack to make it real. I'm all about keeping it real. Next step, start writing horrible books about walking, or rather, in my parallel life, keyboarding.
Living alone for almost a year changes a person. Sometimes, while sitting in my uncomfortable round chair ("round" because I can't spell pa..pa..zon..., er.., whatever), I think of myself as Henry David Thoreau. Sure, I don't have a little shack in the woods like Thoreau did, but if I adjust the lighting and don't open the windows, my apartment starts to smell like an outhouse. This is, for my purposes, close enough to a wooden shack to make it real. I'm all about keeping it real. Next step, start writing horrible books about walking, or rather, in my parallel life, keyboarding.
posted by Christopher C. Weis at
8:33 PM
2 Comments:
So what exactly are you trying to say you smell like? An out-house?
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G13, at 3:54 PM
papasan -- papa san, I suspect a corruption of the Japanese -san.
Go forth ,young man, and enjoy your big round chair. Or, rather, sit right there.
By
Sherri, at 10:11 PM
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