April 15, 2004
I have no idea what it is or where it came from, but it looks like giving up coffee makes me the stuff lead stories are made of. Or so The World Star Gazette would have us believe.
In other news: my blog entries are popping up all over the place on surrounding community Co-op bulletin boards. Farmers throughout the county seem to embrace my philosophical moodiness. Many of my entries have been translated in Spanish, and the migrant population, beginning to swell with the spring’s warmer weather, have embraced me as their new Cesar Chavez.
And all because I gave up drinking coffee fourteen days ago. Who could imagine such a thing.
Silly Keith! Apparently you are unaware of how Hooken was injured ? Save the details, a Swede shot a flaming arrow from across the West bank of the Lac Qui Parle River, finding its’ target and imbedding itself at the base of my brother’s cerebellum. Or was it a flaming Swede who shot the arrow ? I give up (some would say way too easily)!! Damn historical memory !! Forgive me. I’m off to the library. My Spanish needs a little work. Buenos dias amigo Chavez.
Sr. Chavez,
Finalmente acabé el mirar del lector de piedra. Era tan excelente como usted había dicho que era. Gracias por la recomendación.
Paz,
Jake
Jake: Mi español es áspero. Por favor para ser paciente. Pienso que
cualquier persona que goce de la gente gozaría de la película.
Randy: Damn you! There were no flaming Swedes in the late 70’s. That wouldn’t happen until much later, just about the time that people stopped humming Abba songs to themselves.
Mi español es también muy malo. ¡Ése es porqué el pescado de Babel es mi amigo!
Jake, I know you are no Catholic priest, but I will offer you my confession nonetheless. I know only enough Spanish to know that there are no burritos to be eaten in Mexico, and that to order a burrito would insinuate you wish to eat a small donkey, or something like that. Babel is also my friend. Or, as it is called on my Powerbook - Sherlock.
Forgive me Father, for I have joked around.
Episcopalians are sometimes called Catholic lite...all the show, but half the guilt.
We do have confession, though, called the Rite of Reconciliation. Although, as with so many “Catholic” things, (Marian devotions, etc.)our rule is;
All may
Some should
None must
If I grant you absolution, you might stop making me smile...and that could be a real sin.