Lunatic Fringe

"The Green Fields of the Mind " It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone. Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my fortieth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of th

Kansas City today, much nicer than yesterday, folks are friendly around here. And like everyone else, they assume you are from New York City when they ID you for booze, I like to lie to these people, and tell them quaint tales of things that I like to do in New York, suckers. They have wonderful barbeque in Kansas City, which makes me feel sort of guilty for lying whilst they regale me with tales of barbeque and the one person they know that is from New York City, people sure are friendly. I had fried corn nuggets as an appetizer, Pam recommended them, I do not recommend them to you, in turn. Guitar Hero III is coming out soon, looks cool, but I probably won't get it, if it's anything like the commercial Slash is liable to come up out of my esophagus and begin to play while I am reduced to some sort of spent plastic on the floor. I don't think it'd be real cool if Slash came out of nowhere and took my turn like that. Count me out.

THE RED SOX ARE CHAMPIONS OF BASEBALL!!! And have become the first team to win two world championships in this century...of course they did that at the beginning of the LAST century. I'll probably be dead before any sizable drought sets back in, so, celebrate we will. "There is no way a beautiful woman can live up to what she looks like for any appreciable length of time." The moral at the end of that story is this" "Men are jerks. Women are psychotic." -Kilgore Trout "Do human beings ever realize life while they live it? --every, every, minute?" I myself become a sort of Emily every time I hear that speech. I haven't died yet, but there is a place, as seemingly safe and simple, as learnable, as acceptable as Grover's Corners at the turn of the century, with ticking clocks and Mama and Papa and hot baths and new-ironed clothes and all the rest of it, to which I've already said good-by, good-by, one hell of a long time ago no