Actual work
To-day I planted soybeans for my dad. I didn't really want to but it's not like I had anything better to do and how could I refuse? Now I'm tired and I want to take a shower, which I think I'll do shortly. Planting isn't really work; it's like mowing the lawn with a massive riding mower, but a full day of it can leave you pretty tired. I doubt I'll get paid for it, but free room and board is pretty sweet, and my time isn't currently worth anything anyway.
I always feel bad when I read other people's blogs because it seems like they have much more interesting lives than I do, even if they are just writing about boring stuff like blogging (metablogging!) or funny things their friends said, or where they went out last night.
Now listen to me, friends, blogging sucks. Don't do it any more. Writing about your life after it happens does not enhance the experience, it diminishes it. Just think and feel and live without trying to transcribe it all into words that will impress other people. All those times you wish you had your camera with you, you should have let the image imprint on your mind instead, because the moment will always mean more to you than it would to anyone else. If you want to know what's going on in someone else's life, just be friends with them and be a part of their life. Otherwise you don't really need to know. May I suggest that providing others with the vicarious details of your life keeps them from living the ones they've got? I don't even care to know who reads this (though there is still that little part of me that makes me come back here to see if anyone has commented), but I feel obligated to write anyway. But really, why should you open part of your mind to someone when you are not ready to share the whole thing?
Hey, while I was driving the tractor back and forth, endeavoring to sew every spot approximately once with Roundup-ready seed, I thought up a couple of jokes:
Q: what's worse than finding a worm in your apple?
A: Not having an apple at all.
Joke Number 2!
A pirate walks into a bar with a car's steering wheel sticking out of the front of his pantaloons. The bartender says, "Hey, buddy, what's with the steering wheel?"
To which the pirate replies,
"Yarr, it be somebody's idea of a joke."
I always feel bad when I read other people's blogs because it seems like they have much more interesting lives than I do, even if they are just writing about boring stuff like blogging (metablogging!) or funny things their friends said, or where they went out last night.
Now listen to me, friends, blogging sucks. Don't do it any more. Writing about your life after it happens does not enhance the experience, it diminishes it. Just think and feel and live without trying to transcribe it all into words that will impress other people. All those times you wish you had your camera with you, you should have let the image imprint on your mind instead, because the moment will always mean more to you than it would to anyone else. If you want to know what's going on in someone else's life, just be friends with them and be a part of their life. Otherwise you don't really need to know. May I suggest that providing others with the vicarious details of your life keeps them from living the ones they've got? I don't even care to know who reads this (though there is still that little part of me that makes me come back here to see if anyone has commented), but I feel obligated to write anyway. But really, why should you open part of your mind to someone when you are not ready to share the whole thing?
Hey, while I was driving the tractor back and forth, endeavoring to sew every spot approximately once with Roundup-ready seed, I thought up a couple of jokes:
Q: what's worse than finding a worm in your apple?
A: Not having an apple at all.
Joke Number 2!
A pirate walks into a bar with a car's steering wheel sticking out of the front of his pantaloons. The bartender says, "Hey, buddy, what's with the steering wheel?"
To which the pirate replies,
"Yarr, it be somebody's idea of a joke."
posted by Textual Harassment at 11:15 PM
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