It was way too easy, almost
scarily easy. In that forty five minutes
I tracked down seven of my old flames and found current pictures of five of
them. I seem to have had excellent taste
in my youth because all of them still looked pretty good. It’s a comment on how much of our lives are
available online nowadays. This caused
me some concern because I immediately thought these gals, some of whom I split with
on less than peaceful terms, could track me down. It was funny that I could find out about them
but I could not find a lot of info about myself. I guess that explains the lack of assassination
attempts.
My wife and I ended the
evening at our favorite Friday haunt, Zorba’s where the fabulously gorgeous waitress
was back for admiration from afar. She even
stopped by to say hi, but when I looked across the table at my date, I realized
how lucky I was with the still young lady I’m married to. My taste in females of thirty years ago once
again validated.
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| My Daily Breakfast |
I’m coming up on a month on
the keto diet and have lost over twenty pounds.
I only find it difficult when we go to the movies and the smell of
popcorn overwhelms me or when I have to walk by the weekly supply of chocolate chip
cookies I used to regularly plunder in the payroll office. I’m into a fairly good rhythm now and find
that I like the early mornings alone making breakfast again. It’s almost like a flashback to my youth
where I remember waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs and watching my
parents eat while reading the morning newspaper. I’m now the reader but connections to the
past can be anchoring, in a good way.
The best thing about the diet is the reduced stress on my knee. What had been a daily painful episode or two
has disappeared completely, taking that twenty pound rucksack off seems to have
helped.
I’ve spent my last few days
wandering through the bizarre world of Chuck Palahniuk with Rant: An Oral
History of Buster Casey. This had
all of Palahniuk wildly inappropriate characters and anti-social messages. It reminded me a lot of Fight Club
with a one man biological weapon bomb as the “hero.” Casey is a young man who’s taken it upon
himself to change the future society he finds abhorrent by infecting everybody with
rabies. Palahniuk chose a format of
telling the story through hundreds of short, almost diary like, telling of the story
as seen from the eyes of other characters.
It was kind of tough to follow at times.
It’s rescued by the author’s innate ability to be incredibly funny and
to challenge the reader’s comfort zone. Palahniuk
seems to be wandering a little bit here as the book seemed at shocking without
the normal well thought out twists and turns.
It seemed almost like a prequel. Now
on to something safer.
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| Downhill Construction Progress |
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