Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Done with Fish

Adaptation has been playing, edited and with commercial interruption, on the sattelite recently. Susan Orleans is talking to John Laroche :

John Laroche: You know why I like plants?
Susan Orlean: Nuh uh.
John Laroche: Because they're so mutable. Adaptation is a profound process. Means you figure out how to thrive in the world.
Susan Orlean: [pause] Yeah but it's easier for plants. I mean they have no memory. They just move on to whatever's next. With a person though, adapting almost shameful. It's like running away.

I was thinking about memory, and change. I'd really rather it went something like this, though.

John Laroche: Then one morning, I woke up and said, "Fuck fish!" I renounce fish, I will never set foot in that ocean again. And there hasn't been a time where I have stuck so much as a toe back in that ocean.
Susan Orlean: But why?
John Laroche: Done with fish.

Friday, July 22, 2005

A bit of advice to anyone who goes places and stays in hotels: Asking to speak to the manager because you don't like the rate, you feel a little about arguing about it, and call the manager "unreasonable" gets you the room directly between the elevator shaft and the garbage chute the floor below the bachelor party.
Also when a hotel says "we are sold out" that means rooms are unavailable. If you ask 3 times, even about the secret rooms? Unavailable. Screaming WELL WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO will not make a room become available, nor will it reverse the rotation of the earth on it's axis taking you back in time make a reservation so that a room is available to you.


Post hurricane cleanup leaves this place looking bright and terrible; trees stripped of leaves and 8 ft. piles of yard waste in parking places. Mountains of seaweed and sponges are piled on the sand covered roadways along the Atlantic side, ripening in the white hot Key West sun. More interesting are the piles left for FEMA. Hurricanes apparently cause widespread damage to appliances, futon frames and coffee makers, at least on my street.

Non-hurricane related observances for the morning:
  • no recent sightings of the red bloero hat wearing jogging guy - where could he be?
  • Olivia St. 9:10am - rooster flies up into royal poincianna tree, branch breaks. Take that!
  • Flagler Ave. 9:30am - woman using weed whacker in a black bikini and tennis shoes.
  • Office on Seaside Dr 9:45am - no one came filed my invoices and contracts overnight.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

difference #1

I just thought of one of the changes he and I were talking about last week.

It's a complete psychological re-orientation to Summer. For 33 years summer was lazy and carefree, with long afternoons and evenings and days off spending as much time as possible outside. Summer is now my inside time, shade drawn and protected from the elements.
Summer used to be the only time one would consider going commando, now summer is the only time you wear underthings, for the sweating.
Summer here can beat up your summer.

lucky enough

I took a lot of time off from writing on the internet, or really at all. Not that there hasn't been anything to write about - I moved to Key West and decided that I could live here. I got a great job that keeps getting better. I've been through 5 hurricanes, and get better at it every time. I'm getting married in two weeks. And, so (as they say up north. here they say "i'm saying").
Now that I've been here well over a year there are things I know that have changed, so I will write about them here. I used to write about them here.