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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

 

Another day, another 50 tinysides, another poem. I have shifted from writing about the drunken sailor to writing about the good soldier. Someday I shall write about the indifferent airman or perhaps the apathetic submariner.

The song of the day is The Jones Street Boys' "Last Time."

I brought my workout clothes home and now I can attempt to jog in the morning. Jogging will make me feel like crap, but it will be good for me. At least for a while. Jogging and working out in a gym are two of those things that appear to defy even my seemingly infinite capacity for doing things I don't like. I should take a dance class instead. I would at least have half a chance of keeping up with that.

Anyway, if I can just make it through the next few days, I get to go canoeing in New Jersey with Shanna. There is some kind of DC rowing club that is doing novice classes. I'm thinking of doing that. The few times I have rowed anything (rowboats, not those sleek little skiff things that crew people use) I have enjoyed it immensely. I don't know if that is Tom Sawyer Syndrome, but there it is. I like mucking about in boats and using them to go to destinations.

In gardening news: fish emulsion has been administered to the summer squash to counter the sudden onset of blossom-end rot. Bone meal is the next step. I like the idea that my plants eat animals and then I eat the plants and later, someday, the plants will eat me. I am the plant and the plant is me and we are cannibals.

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