Sunday, July 13, 2008
variety
Working recently on books covering mortgages in East Africa, the writings of a Russian ballet critic and director in the early twentieth century, and Korean military prostitutes. You'd think some of this stuff would rub off on me and I'd be a bit smarter than I am, but if I were smarter, I wouldn't be reading this stuff as much as I do. And I'd spend more time listening to John Fahey (see Brushes with Fame).
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Not much smarter on this end either, although I am a champ at retaining useless information. Which, of course, is not the same thing as intelligence. But it makes for a helluva Jeopardy contestant.
ReplyDeleteBoy, they oughta pay hazardous duty pay--that stuff'll numb yore mind.
ReplyDelete( of course ya' could be readin' Floria Cracker speak fer days at a pop--that'll *empty* yore mind--howl!)