Tuesday, March 07, 2006

When laziness becomes an issue

When in Rome...

[Here is where the imagination should be used]

Actually nothing that interesting will be said that I haven't already said numberous times before on blogs, I'm in a beautfiul place, sand keeps on getting under my toenails, and beers refuse to cost more than a dollar, so I guess I could end it right there and you would have the short boring version that lets you know practically nothing of whats been going on in my life recently.

To broaden the horizons a little... I refuse to wear shoes, and I haven't worn them for the past 4 days. There's no need. As the air conditioner other people know as "wind" erased all traces of other people's passage, Norm and I look at each other and with a simple glance, agree not to move for another 2 hours, bringing our grand total lack of acceleration in any direction to 5 hours for the afternoon. The beach stretches out in a perfect crescent shape that many people have tried to capture but sthat pictures simply don't do justice to for the unfathomable reason that when youre here, you lack the energy even to think about taking the pictures and when you do they are so inferior to the setting that you feel the need to destroy the camera, run out screaming and send a bomb to Nikon, Canon or whatever affilated camera brand created such a shoddy product. Shortly hfter bashing your head into the coconut you just drank, you realize its better just to sit down at a bar, drink a beer, and plan for the next meal while eating the one in front of you. Other people can expend the necessary energy to effect revenge upon those filthy light catching companies.

A coconut could have fallen on my head yesterday while I sat in the sand.

But it didn't.

Can't tell you what its like to see one of your best friend's after 2 years and just fall back into the routine like yesterday you were riding next to him on some DC street. Laughter is there, as normal.

It seems that to try and describe something, my vocabulary has shrunk to the average Bangalorians descriptions or affirmations. For instance, if you want to describe the most delicious meal you've ever eaten, with such savoury tastes and hints of taste that your mind boggles at the attempt to recall it once its been consumed, you remark, "good is there" and while noone understands what just passed, a longer description is frowned upon. As far as the beach goes, good is there...

Next up, old stuff, that man made, because when it comes down to it, everything around us is pretty antique, its just how long its been in the shape its been.

I'm now deleting the disclaimer I added at the beginning because as I think back on the past couple nights, it hasn't been so bad, feel free to use your imagination to fill in the blank I will leave in its place.

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