Red Sox versus the Rockies. Don't think any A&Sers will be getting tickets. I'm saving money. But maybe I'll watch it on TV. Either way, I have to say it's pretty cool. I'm not totally immune to sportism. Watching the big names play in our town, like Sparks, Lehem, Mackie, "Big Spork," Khando, and the notorious "Lurid Pete,"--well, it'll be a hoot!
PS., I bet you didn't know Burton lived in Aurora!
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Label: "Lurid" Pete, Richard Burton, Richard Red Sox, Richard Rockies
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
4 comments:
BURTON! where are the horses?
I’ve decided that the World Series ticket buying frenzy is little more that a bourgeoise joke. I know people who are going and who bought tickets and none of them are even remotely in my tax bracket. It is…I suppose…the American way. This is after a week where the “free market forces” played havoc with something that meant something to me. So bah I say! Bah! It is a cruel and ironic joke that something that was at one time so pure and full of hope – namely, baseball – is putting the final nail in my Americana pessimistic coffin.
Baseball is to man as my waste is to troggs.
the swpord is mighier than the sword.
Sir Justice, the decimator
if you think you can intimidate the A&S staff with your anti-troggery, you are far mistaken. Being a trogg is better than being a troll.
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