Wandering Woodpecker
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Second half
Woodpecker and I listen to Marisa and Daniela in the headphones.
Outside it's 30oC+.
A question, the only serious one, has dribled my reasoning.
The train station signs warn that I can travel no further than Sintra.
Woodpecker took me to Brasil.
Interval
36oC under shade is too much for Woodpecker and I.
Read Phase I.1 in the office. You only read a book when you read it twice. Same applies to life.
A new word and expression from Woodpecker: ennui and
Christian afficionados of the Second Comming scenario were convinced that after a suspenseful two thousand years, the other shoe was about to drop.
Sorted the first one with Marrion Webter online:
Main Entry: en·nui
Pronunciation: "än-'wE
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from Old French enui annoyance, from enuier to annoy -- more at ANNOY
Date: 1732
: a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction : BOREDOM
Game will resume without knowing what to make of the latter.
Instead of the Remington, Tom Robbins should have used LaTeX, the
way fl draws in the page would be so much nicer.
First half
Woodpecker has realised by now that train trips mean reading time.
Today I met João. No reading.
Like football reading is a game of two halves. Sintra-Lisboa and Lisboa-Sintra.
At half time: Woodpecker 0 - João 1
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
No still lifes
After 2 months Woodpecker, is off the shelves again.
Well, not exactly the one where I had left it.
Mother decided to reorganise my books and placed it between
"Legends of the World" and "Farenheit 451".
I don't know who's choice was it: mother or Woodpecker.
Woodpecker traveled with me today to work in the Lisboa-Sintra train line.
I have used for more than 18 years, high school, university, work.
Today it was so new. My high school walls have changed their colours, the
playgraound where I scored my best goal ever is no longer there - though
I still could see the goal net shaking and the echo of a young boy shouting "Goooooooloooooo!"
Couldn't make more than page 1. In the introductory quotations Erica Jong says:
There are no such things as still lifes..
True.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
