Archive for November, 2005
Posted by derrick on
November 30, 2005
In the summer you run around looking like hell. You’re soaking wet in various states of dress. You may wear shoes, but often you wear bedroom slippers or crocks. Sand is flaking off your forehead as your sunscreen evaporates, putting little scratches in your sunglasses and getting in your eyes. Your neoprene smells, everything else has holes. The stuff with holes you wear to the grocery store. You’re nails are chipped and your muscles ache, but you hardly notice as you crawl into bed. Blacking out has nothing to do with the symmetry of a bottle of Jameson. It’s fun to wake up and look out the window. Your kayak is still on the car.In the winter, you blow dry your hair.
Posted by derrick on
November 30, 2005
So…please hold my hand
As we blundre through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain - watersOk, so we’re going to wander off again today. Not that wandering off is not expected now and again. Bonnie over at “Frogma” has “tagged” me. So I need to answer some questions.
Five yummy things:
* Food is survival. I tend to find sensuality in non-food related activity. That being said. .
1. Pizza
2. anything with Jalapenos
3. true French Beaujolais
4. tator tots
5. Vanilla Cappuccino
Five songs I know by heart:
* I think I know a thousand or more by heart. So here’s me throwing darts. .
1. Inch Worm - Danny kaye
2. Isolation - John Lennon
3. Sexual Revolution - Roger Waters
4. Peace Train - Cat Stevens
5. Pure Imagination - (original Willie Wanka Soundtrack)
Posted by derrick on
November 29, 2005
I have to say, I enjoyed reading this conversation
from some UK surfers. . .“youve got to be f…. kidding . . . canoeists are the scum of the f… earth and should not be given any credibilty from anyone in there right mind”
“everyone to there own …everyone to there own”
“bollox to that ….!!! canoeists ? arre you serious? didnt say that to hitler did they!!! i’d rather be bummed by a body boarder”
“the vast majority of goat boaters dont seem to have a fuggin clue about surf etiquette and sea safety…which is surprising cos it seems like quiet a technical sport..”
Posted by derrick on
November 28, 2005
The trees stirred the sky today
Their black boney witch fingers stabbed
the corroded chrome blue clouds
as they passed on overheadGhosts of spring played hide and seek while
dancing oak leaves marked their passing
Branches grabbed at the haunted air
Handbell voices whispered and slithered
like an icy fog along the forest floor
I glanced at the sky as my feet shuffled
stones and acorns snapped like old bones
under my feet
Leaves hissed above my twisting hair
canting spirits of dead birds
flocking from tree to tree as the wind
ushered them along
The trees stirred the sky today
Then it began to rain
-d
Posted by derrick on
November 27, 2005
Down by the harbourside
A boat is fastened by a length of rope.
It was a perfect match,
Dreaming of escape,
Feeling almost detached.
Look beneath the waves -
The seabirds diving down into black water. - costello
It’s the end of November. We’re here in central Wisconsin. How weird then to be woken up in the night by loud thunder and constant lighting? How much weirder when you had just watched the remake of War of the Worlds before turning in? Then to add to the moment, the barren branches scraping at the bedroom window fill you with the urge to get up and turn on a light. Funny, you’d think that urge would go away by the time you reach 40.
Posted by derrick on
November 26, 2005
I’m lost at sea
Don’t bother me
I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost my way - radiohead
I must admit it. Each time a read another dispatch from the South Georgia team I feel a bit of envy. Well, not necessarily the “getting rolled in monster waves” part. Oh, well. . Ok even that a little bit. Yeah, it’s the crazy bit in me. I envy the world they get to see around them, and maybe most of all I envy the profound experience. You know they can’t be quite the same when they return. Lucky Bas%*^ds!!
Posted by derrick on
November 25, 2005
In the purple light of early morning, the kitchen tables and counters give the impression of a devistated 1945 European skyline. Shadowed curves and lines are stacked precariously at various heights and angles fading into the un-focused distance. There will be a lot of cleaning today.Since the wee hours of morning millions of human beings have been running through crowded streets and brawling in Wal-marts as is our annual rite. Christmas in America is upon us. Often it feels like the traditions of the holidays have faded like the watercolor mats of a Charlie Brown special. I wish we could be a bit better.
In the summer you run around looking like hell. You’re soaking wet in various states of dress. You may wear shoes, but often you wear bedroom slippers or crocks. Sand is flaking off your forehead as your sunscreen evaporates, putting little scratches in your sunglasses and getting in your eyes. Your neoprene smells, everything else has holes. The stuff with holes you wear to the grocery store. You’re nails are chipped and your muscles ache, but you hardly notice as you crawl into bed. Blacking out has nothing to do with the symmetry of a bottle of Jameson. It’s fun to wake up and look out the window. Your kayak is still on the car.In the winter, you blow dry your hair.
