Much Ado About Nothing

Notes on JP:
-Apparently I'm not the only one who skips down Centre Street.
-Last Friday, 6pm, man walking down Centre Street with Tuba upon shoulder
-My landlord does not wear shoes. He wants to paint pink flamingos all over the city to slow down traffic. The city despises him.

Notes on life:
Men make a great ado about the folly of demanding too much of life (or of eternity?), and of endeavoring to live according to that demand. It is much ado about nothing. No harm ever came from that quarter. I am not afraid that I shall exaggerate the value and significance of life, but that I shall not be up to the occasion which it is. I shall be sorry to remember that I was there, but noticed nothing remarkable -- not so much as a prince in disguise; lived in the golden age a hired man; visited Olympus even, but fell asleep after dinner, and did not hear the conversation of the gods.
-HD Thoreau-

And on not writing....

Is not the attitude of expectation somewhat divine? -- a sort of home-made divineness? Does it not compel a kind of sphere of music to atend on it? ... What if I should forget to write about writing. It is not worth the while to make that a theme. It is as if I had written every day -- It is as if I had never written before -- I wonder that you think so much about it, for not writing is the most like writing in my case of anything I know.
-HD Thoreau-

So, it's as if I've been keeping up with this blog all along!

And, to all of you who have 2 years of letters stashed way back in my brain, I guess I can let myself off the hook for not officially writing you! As the profound Joey Lawrence once wrote, "the longer I delayed sending the email, the more necessary it seemed to pump it full of inner significance - which is why so often the best letters simply go unwritten." (Whoa!)

Other things to note:
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