Today I am wearing a dark collared shirt with brown corduroy pants. They do not go together. It’s not just that they’re not from the same species or branch of animal, but it’s rather like they’re from completely different trees.
How do I reach this state? Wind. Wind and trees and power lines.
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felixnation :: Dec.15.2008 :: Fashion Police, Hermit Cave, The Coal Mine, coworkers :: Comments Off
I imagine new reasons to stay inside the Hermit Cave all the time. Today I get my hair cut, which is always an endeavor to get me to do. It’s really easy to call I–, but something inside stops me, or I find something to stop me. I used to think that the feeling was laziness, but hermit vision strikes again.
felixnation :: Oct.06.2008 :: Fashion Police, Hermit Cave, People, friends, strangers :: Comments Off
“Don’t you ever wear something other than a black tie?” my students asked.
“Why sure,” I told them, “I do, in fact, have one other tie that I’ll wear to work.”
felixnation :: Feb.13.2007 :: Conversations, Fashion Police, The Coal Mine, family, students :: No Comments »
I came home today and made an effort to shovel before leaving the house to pick up my wife. The snow wasn’t difficult to lift and toss, since it was all powder and I don’t think I touched any kind of ice with my shovel.
felixnation :: Feb.13.2007 :: Fashion Police, Fortuna, wife :: No Comments »