Penis Fly Trap.


March 24, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

Paying bills first thing in the morning is so stupid. That’s what I get for leaving them on my desk, I guess. I say to myself, I’ll pay those when I get home from work and then they sit there and stare at me. So, I say what the heck and pay them now, forgetting that emptiness you feel right after paying bills.

It’s way too early to be feeling anything, let alone deep philosophical emotional stuff.

Today is Wednesday. I am sure that I will be painting more doors today. Other than that, my day is going to be sort of a surprise. Yesterday, I painted a lot. I laid a few tiles at the end of the day and I will lay a few more today. All of the cuts.

While I was painting, I listened to My Life In France by Julia Child. I almost cried a lot. It’s like reading Cash by Johnny Cash. So much passion, so much wisdom. All of it shadowed by their death. Makes me tear up a little. Julia’s attitude and philosophy on cooking and life is really inspiring. She had this “never apologize” approach towards everything. She believed that if you were professional and did the best you could and your efforts sucked, then you learn from your mistakes and you move on. But you never apologize for your failures. Your failures are what teach you how to do stuff. It is pretty amazing.

The only hangup that I have with the audiobook is something that I blame David Sedaris for. I blame him for this because of the story “Innocence Abroad” on Live For Your Listening Pleasure. He talks about a professor of his in college who speaks, what he refers to as, Nicaraguan Spanish. Anyway, there’s this whole part of the story about speaking French and saying Parie instead of Paris. In My Life In France the reader of the book always says Parie, but not in that American trying to say things in French kind of way, but in that Nicaraguan Spanish kind of way. Every time she says Parie. The “r” rolled from the tongue then up through the nasal passages and finally swallowed. The “ee” at the end, sharp and abrupt. I can’t help but roll my eyes. The only bad thing is that Julia lived in Paris the first half of the book so she referenced Paris a lot.

Today I will try to finish Child’s book and move right into Gene Wilder’s Kiss Me Like A Stranger. I know nothing about it, so I’ll you know when I do know something. Right.

Anyways, I’ve got to get to work. More soon. ~SC


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