Life has slowed to the point where I am almost tempted to search for an active ping to supplement my passive pong. I don't know what a "passive pong" is either, but lethargy demands that it stay as written. My days are spent wondering what the new Spoon album will sound like all the way through. That's right, I wonder about things a great deal these days. For instance, how long does it take a body's blood sugar and fat levels to fall back to normal levels after eating at an Amish Country smorgasbord restaurant? How - I am curious - do the hosts of CSPAN's call-in show, Washington Journal, keep a straight face when fielding all those paranoid calls about the Mexicans, terrorists, Jews, and secret Republicrat cabals that are ruining this Once Great Nation? Those hosts impress me a lot; I could only hope to be so patient.
What else is up? I'm reading a great novel called Warlock, by Oakley Hall. It is a fictionalized account of the legendary events that took place in the Wild West of Tombstone and the O.K. Corrall. Supposedly, Thomas Pynchon and Richard Farina started a mini-cult revolving around this novel when they were at Cornell in the 50s. And speaking of Thomas Pynchon, will I ever go back and start Against the Day over again? It is hard to say, what with my state of mind turning more towards sleepiness than ever before. And speaking of sleepiness, how much longer will be able to leave my bedroom windows open? I don't enjoy sleeping in air conditioning, but in DC, it is an eventual inevitability.
Most importantly, I wonder when I will attempt my next drastic life change. I am guessing it will take place sometime next year, as I tend to move in seven-year cycles, but who knows? Of course, I'm not even going to get into guessing what that major life change might constitute. Another career change? I'm not sure I could handle starting over again. Is a move in my semi-foreseeable future? How would I know? Granted, have some say in the matter and I like where I live very much, but things can't go on forever.
