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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Saturday, July 21, 2007

8:07 AM - Been there, Read that, Heading for Bed

Extra, Extra! With a few details, coding and editing tweaks added after about five hours of sleep.

Music: Magic Carpet Ride performed by Steppenwolf

Got the book, read the book.

The tricky part, as I had feared, was getting to the bookstore.

Some time before the first two I got lost taking a shortcut I usually don't use in the day light and ended up briefly cutting through a scrap yard and trespassing on Union Pacific property.

A note about lugging a a mason jar of soup to midnight sales: If you receive a batch of food from a friend and decide to eat it latter, requiring you to take it with you when you leave work, one must keep in mind its going to make climbing over and squeezing through fences a bit more difficult.

Flashing forward again, I worked hard not to look at clocks while reading through the night, pausing only for snacks and restroom breaks. When I did catch sight of the time around 5:50 something, I decided to stroll down to the park at the end of the street to finish the book.

It's been a while since I read on a bench by the light of a sunrise, listening to the birds sing. It added a bit to the experience, in my opinion, especially the ending.

Now it’s done, and I really need to get some sleep...if I can turn off my whirling brain for a while.


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